No one should inflict bad poetry on the world, but the only way to improve is to try and try again. You have been warned.
This is in common meter. You could sing it to the tune of Amazing Grace or O For A Thousand Tongues to Sing.
The Mother of Moses
In Pharaoh’s land where death did reign
And life was hard as stone,
My rescue she bought with her pain;
Adrift I went alone.
What love is this that sends a son
Out on the heedless deeps?
She trusts that God will see it done,
That whom he calls he keeps.
For God gives life and bends an ear
To ev’ry cry of woe.
So we who trust him in our fear
Can conquer ev’ry foe.