Why Lord, Why?

Children of Israel they are,
And Egypt came to be their land.
They multiplied and left a scar,
Which is written in the sand.

The Egyptians made them serve,
And males were to be forgotten.
Now they cry and look at herd,
And all the hope is rotten.

Born and left at the river,
Found by the ruler’s daughter.
Meant to be somewhat ruler
And marry Jethro’s daughter.

The Lord appeared to his sight,
And asked upon a favor,
Lead them to the promised fight,
And then look upon your neighbor.

And Moses looks upon the sky
And asks the lord why.