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] Moses... Moses
: Here I am. God
: Take the sandals from your feet, for the place on which you stand is holy ground. Moses
: Who are you? God
: I am that I am. Moses
: I don't understand. God
: I am the God of your ancestors, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Miriam
] You were born of my mother, Yocheved! You are our brother!
[Moses quickly removes his sandals and throws them behind him
: What do you want with me? God
: I have seen the oppression of my people in Egypt, and have heard their cry.
[sound of screams and cracking whips
: So I shall stretch forth my hand, and lead them out of Egypt, into a good land. A land flowing with milk and honey. And so, unto Pharaoh, I shall send... you. Moses
: Me? W-who am I to lead these people? They won't follow me, they won't even listen! God
: I shall teach you what to say. Moses
] Let my people go! Moses
: But I was their enemy. I was the prince of Egypt, the son of the man who slaughtered... their *children*! You've chosen the wrong messenger! H-how can I even speak to these people? God
: WHO MADE MAN'S MOUTH? WHO MADE THE DEAF, THE MUTE, THE SEEING OR THE BLIND? DID NOT I? NOW GO!
[Moses falls to the ground, cowering
: [soothing, lifting Moses up
] Oh, Moses, I shall be with you when you go to the king of Egypt. But Pharaoh will not listen. So I will stretch forth my hand and smite Egypt with all my wonders! Take the staff in your hand, Moses. With it, *you* shall do *my* wonders.
: I will be with you, Moses.
: Moses, hear what I say. I have been a slave all my life. And God has never answered my prayers until now. God saved you from the river, He saved you in all your wanderings, and even now, He saves you from the wrath of Pharaoh. God will not abandon you. So don't you abandon us.
] Many nights we've prayed, with no proof anyone could hear. In our hearts a hopeful song we barely understood. Now we are not afraid, although we know there's much to fear. We were moving mountains, long before we knew we could...
: Father? Miriam
: It's... Egyptian
: There can be miracles, when you believe Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill Who knows what miracles you can achieve When you believe, somehow you will You will when you believe
: [as the Queen takes Moses from the river
] Brother, you're safe now, and safe may you stay. For I have a prayer just for you: grow, baby brother, come back someday. Come and deliver us, too...
: [Moses opened the door, after Bithiah knocked
] Bithiah. Bithiah
: In fear of your God, they have set me free. May a stranger enter? Moses
: There are no strangers among those who seek God's mercy. Bithiah
: My bearers? Moses
: All who thirst for freedom may come with us. The darkness of death will pass over us tonight, and tomorrow the light of freedom will shine upon us as we go forth from Egypt. Bithiah
: I shall go with you, Moses. Miriam
: A princess of Egypt? Aaron
: An Egyptian? Miriam
: An idol worshipper! Moses
: This woman drew me from the Nile and set my feet upon the path of knowledge. Mered, bring a chair to our table for the daughter of Pharaoh. Bithiah
: There is a great light that shines from your face, Moses. Perhaps someday I shall come to understand it.
: God of Abraham, take my child into Thy hands that he may live to Thy service.
[Little Miriam bowed her head and prayed silently, while Yochabel prayed verbally
] Little Miriam
: But, mother, we have not even given him a name. Yochabel
: God will give him a name.
[after speaking, Yochabel then gently, slowly and carefully pushed the basket, towards the Egyptian palace and Nile River
: Follow it, Miriam. Watch it from the reeds. See where the Lord will lead him. Little Miriam
: [With a quiet whisper, to keep from being overheard by any Egyptain, that may be around
] Yes, mother.
[Little Miriam's final line, then she looks and watches her unnamed little brother arc, being discovered, by Bithiah
: We're looking for the family recently arrived from Egypt. Gone to Jerusalem for Passover. Is the boy with them? Old Sarah
: We have many boys in our family. The boy born in Bethlehem. The boy who's seven. If my memory serves, all the boys that age born in Bethlehem were slaughtered by Herod's soldiers. Or perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps they were Roman soldiers. Miriam
: Perhaps they seek a boy because they ran out of girls.