Faster.

Six hundred chariots churned up dust and stone behind Pharaoh in his armies.

They rode with hardened rage deep in their stomachs.

The air was thick with the scent of iron and hatred.

Pharaoh's scepter rose above his head, poised to strike the first Hebrew he saw.

I am ah God, I am Lord of the Nile, the heavy fever I.

Suddenly the heavens responded.

The chariots were halted by a pillar of fire falling from the sky.

The heaven The inferno raged before them with white heart intensity.

The horses reared in a panicked frenzy, and the soldiers cowered, shielding their faces.

The heat singed their brows, but Pharaoh wouldn't relent.

His fury burned just as fierce as the heavenly flames.

Violent rage dripped out of him like sweat.

He knew the Lord had challenged him, But even after all the plagues and destruction, Pharaoh refused to Bendernea.

You will not rule over me.

If I can't hid them big accuse him.

Dear blood shall consecrate my brain.

They will know that.

I am All.

The children of Israel stood in front of the sea the waters churned violently, a dark and chaotic symbol of death.

Terror carved deep lines.

Into their weary faces as they stood paralyzed, the sounds of Pharaoh's approaching fury growing louder behind them.

They were trapped between their oppressors and the abyss.

They had no way out and no way forward.

We'll do there's no way out.

What are we going to do?

Is this what you wanted?

Moses?

We have no graves in Egypt, so you've decided to bury us out here.

You should have left us alone.

Better to live as slaves than die out here.

Moses eyes widened with similar panic, but he had to remain calm.

His gaze shifted from the menacing chariots to the swirling chaos of the sea.

He didn't know how long the chariots would be kept at bay.

They had to act quickly.

Moses, we can't remain here.

We either surrendered a pharaoh or start running around the shoreline.

He's God must this far?

Why down now?

Are you listening to me?

Surrender around the coast.

We can't remain here.

We're running out of time.

How you learn nothing here?

Remember how we got here?

Moses left his brother's side and ascended a jagged outcrop.

He looked over the flock of Israel.

He saw their fear, He felt it.

He wasn't immune to terror, yet he knew deliverance was at hand some way, somehow.

Moses knew the Lord would respond.

He wouldn't have freed them from slavery to abandon them.

Now.

The same God who rained fire from the sky and turned the Nile to blood would not forsake them.

Moses wasn't an eloquent man, a motivator, or an orator like his brother, but he trusted God.

He wanted the children of Israel to move with the same faith.

His faith burned like a furnace.

Moses pointed toward the chariots, illuminated by flames.

Pharaoh's bloodthirsty screams resounded over the sound of the waves and inferno.

But Moses saw him for who he truly was, a false God.

And a defeated man.

Look at them, Look at the Egyptians hungry for your flesh.

After this day you will never see them again.

Stand firm, reject the fear gripping your hearts.

Stand firm and behold the salvation of the Lord.

He will fight for you.

A mighty eastern wind blew through the canyons, churning the water's edge.

The breath of God was near.

Moses looked back at the raging sea.

The waters were dark and untamed, just as they were in the very beginning.

But the wind of God was present, the rua, the spirit.

Everything went silent for Moses, as if he were suspended from space and time.

The clamor of the crowd faded.

Into a distant echo.

He gripped his staff tightly, brow furrowed with righteous resolve.

He closed his eyes, hearing the voice of the Almighty resounding in his mind.

Why do you cry to me?

Tell the children of Israel to advance.

Stretch forth your hand over the sea, and behold my wonders.

I will triumph over Pharaoh and his armies.

My glory will be revealed, and my name will be exalted among the nations.

They will know that I am the Lord.

Moses opened his eyes, planted his foot firmly on the rock below, and raised his staff.

The breath of God blew from behind his chosen people.

The wind cut through the sea like a raisin, dividing the waters into two great walls with try land between them.

The people fell back and beheld the red sea.

Yielding to the will of God.

The voice of the Creator tamed the dark and chaotic abyss.

Moses turned his voice thundering over the stunned, crowded.

Aaron and Miriam rallied the people.

Women with children ran in first, with the men in the back.

The waters were held at bay by the breath of the Creator, and the Chosen people ran through unharmed.

They leaped over stones and helped each other up jagged slopes.

Moses remained there with his staff held high.

He looked back.

The pillar of Fire rose into a dark plume of smoke, enveloping Pharaoh's.

Army in darkness.

The six hundred chariots burst through with rage.

Soot covered their faces, mirroring the darkness in their hearts.

God stop at the sea and land with their blood.

They were the cries of a man watching his godhood melt away under the intensity of a more extraordinary being.

Moses turned to Pharaoh, seeing the man he once knew as a kinsman and friend.

Images of their childhood flashed in his mind.

He didn't see a bloodthirsty tyrant.

He saw Ramses, the boy the brother before the throne and delusions of divinity.

He was a boy playing by the stream, pretending to be a sea monster.

He had become a monster indeed, and it broke Moses' heart.

Ramses, relents, you all.

Come and quite ReCl Moses was frozen, staring into Pharaoh's dark and dies.

Just then an arm grabbed him from behind.

Moses, snap out of it.

You have to run.

Aaron took Moses by the arm and dragged him back.

The brothers ran down the path cut through the sea.

The MutS slowed their pace, and the sounds of horse hoofs and bronze wheels weren't far behind.

Moses didn't look back until he reached the other side.

The chariots were stalled from the muck of the sea's floor.

Frustrated, Pharaoh sent spears and arrows.

They broke against the rocks, right past Moses.

Aaron launched himself up a stone and crawled up.

He extended his hand to Moses.

Everyone is on the other side.

We have to move before they catch up.

Miriam is already taking them to the hills.

No command them to stay.

Don't be foolish, Moses.

Let's flee now.

Before it's too late.

We finally have a chance to be free.

We don't understand, aaron, the Lord does want us to run for the rest of our lives.

As long as Pharaoh lives, we'll never be free.

Lord promised that we'd never see them again.

Moses turned back to the chariots.

Another arrow flew past him, barely grazing his cheek.

The renowned chariots of Egypt were rendered useless in the mud.

They dismounted, trudging through the muck with spears in hand, moses jaw quivered.

The mighty armies of Egypt were about to crumble.

Stretch out your hand again, Moses.

Stretch out your hand and behold Pharaoh will know that I am the Lord.

With an onslaught of arrows and spears flying toward him.

Moses raised his staff in the air.

You feel the tip of my spear.

Morses, you and your unname.

We'll bow at my feet on the bag bar our side.

He has a name, and now all of Egypt will remember.

Moses lowered his staff and the waters fell like mountains.

Pharaoh was crushed under the weight of the sea.

The chariots splintered, the swords disappeared, and the rushing waters drowned out their screams.

The oppressors of God's chosen people were buried in darkness, before time, before light, before man, before all things that were.

There was the I Am.

He came from nothing, nor did anything exist before him.

Before the cosmos draped itself in the glistening array of celestial lights, before the verdant valleys cradled the mountain's tears.

There stood the I.

Am, the allow him, the uncreated one.

With a whisper that fractured the infinite dark, he commanded the heavens into being.

Galaxies were forged, and stars and planets appeared.

Tucked within one of these galaxies was the Earth.

Tiny compared to the boundless reach of space, yet precious in the creator's sight.

It was formless and void, but not for long.

Darkness was over the deep and chaotic waters.

Then, in the dark and quiet mystery of an untamed world, the voice of God spoke.

Let there be light.

It was like a song, an anthem from his voice.

Light broke through the noiseless void.

The darkness was held back, and the chaotic waters were tamed.

God saw the light.

It brought the potential for life.

God called the light day and the darkness night.

This was the beginning of creation.

The first day.

Light would be the brush by which God painted his masterpiece.

Each moment, each day was a verse in the poem of Creation, And it was good.

May the waters below and the waters above be separated, and may the heavens reign above.

The Creator sang to the sky.

The Earth's atmosphere formed, and the potential for life increased.

God was crafting the expanse of the heavens and Earth with a plan in mind.

This was the second day of God's minds to peace, and it was good.

Then God's voice beckoned the Earth to rise out of the waters.

Come forth, Oh lad, May the waters gather, and may the earth rise.

Fire from the belly of the Earth burst forth, and the waters cooled the molten ground.

Slowly and violently, the Earth rose.

It emerged from the waters, sturdy and immovable.

God called the dry land Earth and the waters seas.

God looked upon them and declared that they were good.

The earth stretched for miles, barren empty.

Now that the Earth was set in strength, it awaited its verdant crown.

God called forth life with a gentle decree, like rain, nourishing the parched soil like a womb prepared for seed.

The earth received God's word.

Let the earth have life, vegetation, plants, fruits, and seeds, each according to its kind.

And it was so.

Plants sprang forth from the ground.

Trees stretched to the heavens, soaking in the sun's nourishing rays.

Wildflowers arrayed the mountain range, spreading their seeds with each wisp of the wind.

God looked upon the vibrant land and saw that it was good.

It was adorned with color and prepared to nourish itself.

This was the third Day.

God whispered to the wind, blowing away the clouds and revealing the expanse of heaven above.

The Earth was.

Nudged into motion, and the stars shifted in the night sky.

Day from night, days from years, seasons from season.

Let light shine and give order to the earth.

God delicately set the Earth and every.

Planet on its axis.

As creation's architect, He set it all in motion, crafting time from the endless weave of light and darkness.

The sun was set.

To govern the day, and the moon watched over the night, each a faithful witness, marking seasons and years, days and nights.

The cosmic clockwork was a masterpiece of divine precision.

God beheld all of it and declared it to be good.

This was the fourth day.

No longer brewing in chaotic rage, the waters were ready for life.

Let living creatures spring forth from the waters, and may the skies be adorned with birds.

The oceans teemed with life, from the tiniest plankton to the great leviathans that guarded the deep.

The skies filled with the chorus of birds.

Each sung a melody of Creation's joy.

They were given breath, life, and blessing.

The Creator sang over them.

Multiply fill the seas and skies.

This was the fifth Day.

God saw what he had made and knew that it was good.

The earth had yet to welcome creatures, beings walking with the breath of life.

Come forth, beasts, live, stock, and crawling things, each according to its kind.

Go forth and multiply.

God made the beasts of the earth.

They stomped and crawled, they howled and groaned.

The earth was filled with creatures, abiding by God's will and word to fill and multiply the earth.

The world was a tapestry of life, vibrant and brimming with potential.

This was the fifth day.

God looked upon all he had done and declared it good.

At last, it was time.

One thing remained for the Creator.

It was time to stamp creation with his image, bearers of his likeness.

To steward the world.

God the Elohim, consulted with himself about the nature of his next masterpiece.

Let us craft creatures in our image, imbued with our lessence.

Let us make man as an image of God, to steward the fish of the sea, birds of the air, and creatures of the earth.

Then out of dust, God fashioned creatures unlike any other.

They weren't temporal animals or heavenly beings.

They were something special other set apart.

God crafted humanity in his image.

He created male and female expressions of his divine nature and will on the earth.

In them was life, the breath of God, the spirit of wisdom and love, and the potential for music, art, industry, and family.

The wind rolled over the mountains, the seas thrashed against the shores, Forests hummed with animated energy.

It was all theirs to enjoy.

Be fruitful and more apply, fill the earth and subdue it.

You will be my co rulers of this creation.

Behold, I have given you everything necessary for life, every plant and fruit of the vine, everything with the breath of life is yours.

God's design for humanity was to bear his image, fill the earth, and share in the joy of creation.

Then God rested on the seventh day, surveying his creation.

He scanned everything from the heavens above to the depths of the sea.

He listened to the songs of birds in the morning and the howling of wolves at night.

He surveyed man's character and potential for life, love and laughter.

It wasn't good, it was perfect.

Thus creation was hewn from the chaotic void.

God the Alohim, brought forth light into darkness, order into chaos, and potential into the void.

Amid this creation, he set a garden on a high place where heaven and earth harmonized.

On that mountain, the history of humanity would unfold.

What God called good would be introduced to evil, and the story of redemptive love would be set in motion.

This prayed or comproduction is only made possible by our dedicated team of creative talents.

Steve Gattina, Max Bard, Zach Schlabager, and Ben Gammon are the executive producers of The Chosen People.

Narrated by Paul Coltefianu.

Characters are voiced by by Jonathan Cotton, Aaron Salvato, Sarah Seltz, Mike Reagan, Stephen Ringwold, Sylvia Zaradoc, Thomas Copeland, Junior, Rosanna Pilcher, and Mitch Leshinsky.

Music by Andrew Morgan Smith, written by Aaron Salvato, bre Rosalie and Chris bag You can hear more Prey dot com productions on the Prey dot Com app, available on the Apple App Store and Google play Store.

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