This is the night freedom split the sea.
Behind them, iron wheels and war-cries; before them, an impossible wall of water.
Terror gripped the camp—until a command cut the storm.
The waters tore apart, standing like towers; a road of dry earth opened.
They ran.
Egypt followed.
Then the sea returned—chariots swallowed, pursuit undone.
Dawn rose on a free people, a nation reborn, their deliverance etched into their oldest words.