Journey to the Land of Nosin

I looked about, up high and low and right and left, the way to go was hard to see, but still I know I’m chosen To tread the path—and then I saw what narrow pass wove through the wall of leek deceit, the bondage draw of Goshen. Without a Guide I’d surely slide, but in His hand I safely ride. Proclaiming grace, He sets my stride in motion. I cried without and cried within to call about my cherished kin, “We’re going out and coming in to Nosin!” And on the way we’ll grow to see...