Out of the flame our God spoke His name.
The bush burned but was not consumed.
God answered their cry but Moses reply,
Far too little faith he presumed.
God makes no mistakes. God gives and God takes.
A staff for a snake He will trade,
What’s clean for disease, our ill for our ease,
Our maker can change what He’s made.
Out of the flame
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