They said Moses had a foreign bride,
But sorry, it wasn't for them to chide,
And when after quarrels anointing hit,
It's the very Moses who was found fit,
To again pray for them with passion.
Till God heard and they got restoration
This reminds me of a man always whining,
Who very ignorant in the ways of anointing,
Cursed claiming by priests he'd been hurt.
Whether true or not it didn't pay to blurt,
For when power struck from the sky,
Protecting the anointing, how it hurt the guy!
Toe the line, don't be stubborn like a mule,
For this house's owner has given many a rule.
When some things and men you can't face
Get to your knees and ask for more grace,
But if you really must have a new chapter,
Pray with no games; seek a green pasture.
God has chosen to keep exclusive rights,
To judge and discipline his own servants.
In knowing the weak ways of Moses,
Planned neither son Gershom nor others,
Would never at all become a priest,
But it wasn't for the crowd to say it.
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