Let my people go!

When I was a little girl I would listen to the negro spiritual "Let my people go!" over and over. I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about the words.

When Israel was in Egypt land, "Let my people go!"
Oppressed so hard they could not stand, "Let my people go!"
Go down Moses, way down to Egypt land and tell old Pharaoh to Let my people go!"

In thinking about the passion flowing from those deep rich voices I feel like I can hear the voice of God. "Let my people go!" God had heard the cry of His people and He sent Moses to Pharaoh to boldly demand that he let God's people go. But it took the blood of Pharaoh's first born son for him relinquish his hold on God people.

I see the parallel to Jesus ministry. He came to seek and save the lost. When Jesus wept a the grave of Lazarus I see the heart of God. When Jesus cried, "Lazarus come forth!" I hear an echo of , "Let my people go!" Death was the ultimate consequence for the fall of man. Satan comes to kill steal and destroy but Jesus came that we might have abundant life. God heard the moaning and the cries of his people and he sent Jesus to say, "Let my people go!"

Jesus came. He came to seek and to save the lost. He came to those who were bound by Satan. He heard the cries of mothers and fathers who brought their demon possessed children to him and he set them free. Jesus entered the poverty of the poor. He entered into the suffering and sorrows of his broken and bound creation. He came on a mission, to let his people go!"

Just as it took the blood of Pharaoh's son to get the children of Israel out of Egypt it took the blood of Jesus to set us free from Satan's grip. "For God so loves the world that he gave his only begotten son that whosoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 God the Father sent Jesus with this message to Satan,"Let my people go!"

My response is:

JESUS, I COME

Out of my bondage, sorrow and night,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light,
Jesus, I come to Thee;
Out of my sickness, into Thy health,
Out of my want and into Thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into Thyself,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the glorious gain of Thy cross,
Jesus, I come to Thee;
Out of earth’s sorrows, into Thy balm,
Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into Thy blessed will to abide,
Jesus, I come to Thee;
Out of myself to dwell in Thy love,
Out of despair, into raptures above,
Upward for aye on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the joy and light of Thy home,
Jesus, I come to Thee;
Out of the depths of ruin untold,
Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold,
Ever Thy glorious face to behold,
Jesus, I come to Thee.