Your People

A poem addressing something that has been on my heart for a long while, and which finally has been put in words. Inspired by the Waller family and the HaYovel ministry.

It is your Holy Land, Father.

They are your chosen people.

How long, how long,

will they live in darkness?

 

Draw them to You again.

Though they be stiff-necked

show them mercy.

Do not turn your back on your people.

 

Send to them

those who will show your way.

May they choose You,

as you have chosen them.

 

They are still yours

as of old.

Do not forget them,

let not us forget them.

 

Break their hearts, my King,

that they might seek your Son.

Place your stamp upon their foreheads

and claim them as your own.

 

I know your promises will come to be.

I trust in your love,

certain of the fact

that they are your people still.

Reviews

[Andrew (not Andy, A.J. ..]

Very interesting. Very nice, as well. It's not perfect or anything, but I can tell it was heartfelt.
Some lines are a wee bit too long, IMHO, and the meter is a wee bit off-kilter in parts. Some lines need a little streamlining.
Good job! Keep writing.
Best Wishes and Highest Regards and Deepest Sincerity and Utmost Honor and All Due Respect and All That Sort of Stuff,
--Andrew

[Céce]

This is good, sister!! I understand exactly what you're feeling... but through this I understand that you obviously feel it very strongly, and obviously much stronger than I do. Your feelings really come through through your words, and I love how you use some of the same phrasings that the Bible does.

'S Wonderful! Yes, send it to the Wallers!!