Group 3

Born of Hebrew blood, I understand In time for Pharaoh's command To put down every Hebrew son New born, not one could run. He was yet another common child Small, fragile, innocent, mild; Yet for greatness he was destined To rule the desert, the sea and the wind. Unnamed, floated for a while Plucked by a Princess from the Nile For God protects chosen men Safe and sound in lion's den. A prince he grew, strong and kind Handsome, courageous, a sharp mind Master of his nation's health Power, charisma, peace and wealth. About to become the next Pharaoh Only a disaster could stop him now And then the destined hour to know Where he was born, where he grow The deep drive to know the root The destiny of the fruit The Prince rejected kingship To embrace his kinship Mastery and power he let go Kingdom of Egypt, he said no What courage, what power To reject all in an hour. Former Prince, a Hebrew slave To learn, understand, behave To die to so much worldly good Accept thirst, pain, humility for food. But God keeps destined men well Even in the darkest depths of hell Hunger, pain, sickness, abuse Experience, feel, don't refuse. Tempered by hot sun and stinging lashes The soul's alchemy turned his dross to ashes The pure gold emerged compassionate, wise Ready to lead, against oppression rise. But to replace one mastery with another Need not go through such pain and bother His destiny was stronger than all Egypt Surrender was needed, even to the crypt. He had no choice, was lead by compulsion His faith strong, his only propulsion For to return was to undo his fate Himself to deceive in this hour late. And to go on into the desert was sure death By the burning sun and dry dust, breath by breath. But the Prince of Egypt had faith untold Step by step he went on, courageous, bold And step by step, day and night Through the dark night and hot desert white Until he could walk not one step more Torn, dry, hungry, fell to the desert floor To God and angel of death he surrendered But a stray ram, God's promise remembered The searching shepherd found the ram by Prince's head Gave him water, to food and life the Prince was lead. In his surrender to death and life and God He embraced God as his shepherd, staff and rod For his surrender was true alchemy Even unto death and then was set free. For though a great spirit, and destined too The ways of this world in which he grew He learnt and understood, then must display Detachment, surrender, faith, night and day. Only then the Prince for greatness was ready Spirit of God would keep his vessel steady Such displays as the devouring snake and turning the Nile red Parting the Red Sea, then closing it upon soldiers head. And each of us is a prince of Egypt and more Destined for greatness, able to fly and soar But from fear, we are let upon our Nile Only to be saved on the safe shore with guile Grow to master worldly skills The baker bakes, the farmer tills, But comes the time we long to know Whence do we come, why thus grow? Only to find we are spirits in a material world Weak, strong, black, white, young, old Then if we die to the old ways of life We transform, experience pain and strife Struggle long till we learn to surrender Trust in God, even if death the sole remainder And if we die, who knows, we may simply die Else it is not surrender, only a fake promise, a lie. As spirits we cannot choose otherwise For to do so is worse than demise. For once we see, we may ignore, forget or pretend But to unsee, never, the straight cannot bend; Once understood, we can interpret, twist and turn But to un-understand cannot be, how can fire unburn. And so it is the choice of the spirit and soul To compulsively move on, forge ahead whole; Only then can greatness of God show Through us the love of God shall flow The winds of time in our favor will blow Like the Prince of Egypt, we'll glow We'll move mountains, high and low Learn, live, love, in spirit grow.

They say he knew of his fall He bore his cross and all In humility walked the path Though it lead to fearful wrath For he knew his Father's will And he bore none no ill He resisted not his end For he knew he would ascend. In pain and blood he walked To insults and shouts he gently talked. They nailed him to the wood With criminals he stood For hours on the cross To mankind what a loss His life was then no more His spirit did then soar. His body in a cave His disciples so brave He died then resurrected The cross was thus erected A symbol of divine His spirit may be mine He taught us much, he knew That death will free us too. For in the life we live If we simply forgive And let go of all that is And holding on we cease, We too can bear our cross And burn and purge our dross Surrender to our Father's will Watch, listen, feel, be still. And when we hear God's command We act, and understand God's plan is the best It outshines all the rest This not our mortal test For thus we are blest. And onto death we go Head high, brave, we know. For only death will free us Resurrect our soul and see us To the path of joy and glory With courage, without worry. Our bodies alive or dead Our souls will transcend And bodies dead or living Immortally glowing, giving.

Zarathushtra the Sage Of that ancient age Said Righteousness is the best Just forget the rest. Sing Ashem Vohu This I say to you, Righteousness is Bliss That is all that is. But be Right and Good, That is all you would, Not for the rewards, Small and large awards, But for goodness' sake, Then you will awake. All else will follow, Reward and bliss will flow. Pray Yatha Ahu Embody it too, Model after God Does it seem that odd? You are God's creatures Divine and Good features Zarathushtra your teacher You become his preacher. Choose to serve God's will You are sure to feel Power, Love divine God earth, you the vine In light and love grow Wholeheartedly know Serve the one in need Shelter, clothe and feed Are sure to succeed If thus you proceed. Zarathushtra thus spake Taught us, helped us wake, God's divine emanations Are what form the nations On earth and heaven too And this Zarathushtra knew. God uses the Good Mind Creates and makes bind First is the perfect plan This is how God began Then the operating Law The software called Asha God then got to action To God's satisfaction With perfect faith and love In, out, beneath, above, Thus God made perfection Smiled at God's creation For it was deathless too Immortally it grew. And we are all God's creatures We possess the same features Like God thus we must act And this is divine fact. But we also have choice To express and voice What we think is best For us and the rest. Best ear listen, hear Best mind think clear Before a choice you make For consequence can break Ignorance causes evil God knows there's no devil. So my friend, companion Heed Zarathushtra's opinion What we sow, we shall reap In small or endless heap So choose to renew the world By Zarathushtra we are told, Good Thoughts, Good Words, Good Deeds In this life perfection breeds. In this world heaven, hell Our choices fountain, swell The next, union divine Can be yours and mine So let's choose God's plan Let's begin where God began.

In Varanasi, the holiest city on earth Spiritual wealth amidst material dearth, The river Ganges flowing slow Pilgrims bathing in its flow; Burning their dead upon the banks Commit the ashes to river with thanks, Except for the sage and child For their souls are meek and mild, With heavy rocks weigh them down And their corpses in Ganges drown. Early morning after sunrise I saw this scene with my own eyes: A father carrying his dead baby What he went through, I could guess, maybe; Wrapped in rags put his baby down Tied it to a rock, carried it in his gown And calmly in a boat he sat On the river, calm and flat, An oarsman rowed on the river To the middle, them deliver. The father lifted his baby up Into the river gently drop, And then the two men came back Within their boat, their load lack The father stepped on the shore Returned to life just as before. This scene affected me much Though pained my heart, my soul did touch The father lived with much courage Equanimity erased his rage; He was glad that like a sage His baby's soul had left its cage. What an outlook, what spirit Death could never this man defeat. Through the toughest pain of the soul This man carried his heart and whole, For him life is a temporal cage Some die young, others of age. Now his baby's soul was free As for his own, he'd wait and see.

Jesus shunned the Pharisees, money changers and scribes Caabah's idol breaker, history Mohammed describes Black stone and the cross replaced what once was gold As though people need an image to them as god sold; Unless they can imagine, visualize, touch or hold No matter what prophets say, the masses true ways scold, They do not want to believe in an unimagined god They worship a rock or wood, make a symbol of cod. Even in our modern times, idols of old age Have been scoffed and gone, treated with outrage But we are still lacking in believing in god Cunning idols of our time have replaced stone, wood and cod Rampant formulism, raging materialism In our heart and mind install cynicism; We worship fame and wealth, run away with fear Security, money, commitment, all we hear Yet in no real way anyone's getting near To the unimaginable that we all hold so dear. Multitudes in any place, or any time they live Simply do not believe, but believe that they believe.