| They grew tired of bread form heaven
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| And of Moses and of God
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| They longed to live the life of slavery once again
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| So they muttered and they grumbled
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| And they wimpered and they whined;
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| With each faithless word, sank deeper into sin
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| He took the pen of pain once more
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| To write upon their hearts
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| The lesson they had been so slow to learn
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| But writing in the sand, the firey serpents came to call
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| With a holy message and a bite that burned
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| Lift up the suffering symbol
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| And place it high upon a pole
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| Tell the children to look up and be made whole
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| So Moses made a metal snake
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| And nailed it to a pole
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| Sent out the saving word so they would know
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| That the symbol of their suffering was now the focus of their faith
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| And with a faithful glance, the healing power would flow
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| In time the brazen serpent became an idol in the land
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| And they left the living God to worship clay
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| When they forgot their suffering
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| Soon true faith had disappeared
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| So some idolize a brazen cross today
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| Tell the children to look up and be made whole |