Um…um…um..um…along the river
I cried for a boy, for a child, for a baby.
All the gold, the copper, all the silver –
Would G-d bless me…um..um…um…maybe?
Years of flowing tears.
Worlds of endless fears.
Would I have a son, a prince among men
to all, without distinction,both nobleman and pauper, that would give his hand.
My womb was shut.
I isolated myself in the barren woman’s hut.
Alone. Ashamed. Broken-hearted my lot.
Would all my dreams for a brighter world just rot.
Into my arms a gift flowed to me.
So angelic. So lovely. So radiant, that let me see.
This little boy that cares and fights for others,
that would give his life for each of his sisters and brothers.
Oh. How I cry to see his smile. His commanding yet so humble stance.
How he looks heavenward with his peering glance.
This gift I was allowed to raise.
Whose very majestic Soul leads the feeble, the weak, the wicked, the simple, the wise out of Life’s slippery ways and Satan’s maze.
Oh! Look at him. My adopted son. THAT IS MY BOY! MY BOY!
The one I drew from the river of blood, when my wicked father killed all the newborn boys.
Oh! Look at him. This heaven sent gift to enlighten old women and men, all girls and boys.
Oh! Look at him. My beautiful son. As he receives the Tablets of G-d among the lightning, smoke, the thunder and Heavenly Noise.
One Mother gave up her child to save her child.
One barren woman gave up her Royal power to be a Mother
Both Mothers stand together, so proud, so gleaming with joy at the son who gave the LAW to tame the Human Wild.
Hand and Hand, both say, “THAT IS MY BOY, who forever
has taught all about the One, Honor thy Father and thy Mother, Seek the good for all the world’s sisters and brothers.
THAT IS MY BOY, SERVANT OF THE ETERNAL CREATOR.
Oh! Thank you my G-d for giving a barren woman The Gift – a Prophet, a Teacher, a Leader, a Tzaddik, a humble man that has no peer, no one greater.
Why me? um…um….Why me?
MOSHE! THAT IS MY BOY!