As I wander in the desert,
abandon old idols
of gold and silver
and take His easy and gentle yoke
upon me.
Looking back,
I see a trail
tracing my steps back to Egypt.
I can weigh myself down again
with those gold and silver chains of slavery
at any time.
Except that, as I am led,
and I leave those idols,
His yoke
transforms upon my shoulders
into gold and silver wings
so that I dance my way
across the hot burning sand,
to the Promised Land,
my home.