doug tanoury

The Pharaoh of My Past

I was enslaved
In the Egypt of you
By one whose heart
Was hard like a brick
And whose will was my burden

And how I have come
To be free is a story of a journey
Through a desert
Across a sea
And up the tallest mountain

I was your slave
And a victim of a will so harsh
It would not bend before
The voice of God
Until He took your son

So this song celebrates
And these words now sing
To Pharos's dead son
Who bought my freedom
And freed me from the Egypt of you