The Nation of Clay (Poem)

 
When Israel by divine command
The pathless desert trod,
They found throughout the barren land
A sure resource in God.
A cloudy pillar marked the road,
And screened them from the heat;
From the hard rock the water flowed,
And manna was their meat.
Like them, we have a rest in view,
Secure from hostile powers;
Like them we pass a desert too,
But Israel's God is ours.