Bjcorbin's Blog

We have been in a season of dealing with addicts and addictions; and I’ve found that one of the most painful things to watch is someone who’s battled through the detoxification process go back to the poison.  It’s confounding, but sadly there seems to be something inherent in our human nature that makes us prone to return to the things that never really worked for us.  As I was praying, I remembered a little song I got several years ago.  Though I’m not much of a lyricist, I believe that the concept comes across.

 

Heading Back to Egypt

(A Folk Song)

Lord my feet are tired

More walking than I planned

Much further than I thought

So tired of the sand

*

It started out so good

The promise to be free

Marched out like we’d won

But then we had to flee

*

Sure – the waters parted

Yeah – their chariots sank

Each morning there was food

And from the rock we drank

*

But now it’s all so strange

So hard to feel at home

Worried bout the giants

So endlessly we roam

*

(Chorus)

So I’m heading back to Egypt

Going back to what I know

It’s as easy as falling down

And not that far to go

We left town in a hurry

Now I’m going back real slow

I’m heading back to Egypt

The only place I know

*

We left town with the treasure

Didn’t sneak out in the night

Chasing milk and honey

Weren’t ready for a fight

*

We thought it would be easy

That we would walk right in

That He would lift us up

Not confront us with our sin

*

We saw the smoke and fire

He’s been our rod & staff

But He is kind of scary

Not shiny like our calf

*

Can’t seem to find the comfort

It’s more than I can take

Guess I’m trading in the promise

For venom from the snake

*

(Chorus)

So I’m heading back to Egypt

Going back to what I know

It’s as easy as falling down

And not that far to go

We left town in a hurry

Now I’m going back real slow

I’m heading back to Egypt

The only place I know

*

Didn’t count on all the strife

Guess freedom isn’t free

Tunneling back into prison

It feels like destiny

*

I’m putting on the chains

Cause they couldn’t get to me

But their voice is in my head

And it’s hard not to agree

*

Sure I hate the bondage

And working in the heat

Least I’ll know what’s coming

And they might have some meat

*

Maybe I’m meant to serve

This yoke seems to fit so well

One man’s place of comfort

Is another’s place of hell

*

(Chorus)

So I’m heading back to Egypt

Going back to what I know

It’s as easy as falling down

And not that far to go

We left town in a hurry

Now I’m going back real slow

I’m heading back to Egypt

The only place I know