I have seen the glory
and eaten manna from the sky.
I have looked upon the brazen snake
but soon, I too, will die.

My sons shall enter Canaan land
and enter where I failed,
going back to Paran,
where we complained and wailed.

Wrong, so very wrong,
wandering in circles for forty years.
Insisting on being right,
right in the wrong fears.

Fear of people, fear of man,
but no fear of God;
longing for leeks and onions
while on heavenly manna we trod.

Hope is with my sons now,
they must find their way.
But we shall die in the desert,
for our sin to finally pay.


Written July 1990, reworked on May 24, 1994