New Jerusalem
O’
New Jerusalem, land of the brave and spirited warriors,
O’
New Jerusalem, land of majestic mountains and sweet waters,
Yes
you O’ Zion, the coveted work of art whose tormentor is blinded by
your beauty and
Magnificence.
(Evil doers know not)
The meadows have dressed you with the foliage that wing creatures can only dream of, in your battlefield hope is heard from its foreign visitors, they cry out in jubilee, sing well orchestrated chorus, their tunes are enchantment to the ears of the natives.
The meadows have dressed you with the foliage that wing creatures can only dream of, in your battlefield hope is heard from its foreign visitors, they cry out in jubilee, sing well orchestrated chorus, their tunes are enchantment to the ears of the natives.
Creation
spoke in riddles when you came forth, the almighty God stretched his
right hand in blessings; you were the master’s achievements, He laboured in pain with your upbringing,
O’
Zion, your spirit can not be broken and the enemies in the
battlefield shake in fear because there is warmth in the fluid that
sustains life. There is love and unity in what remains, that to be
adequate because abundance is not necessary the advantage.
O’
Zion, the world see little of you and tongues and mad people of the
world have distorted views of a land, which is creation, humans like
all other and in many ways more prone to reason than all others,
The
promise land is in your midst, paradise belongs to he who struggles
for the good cause of its people, O’ Zion, I will see you in
paradise or die trying.
Paradise does not belong to the faithless, who stoned the prophets, whose blessings God revoked,
O’
Zion, hold strong and roll well because blessings are sure in God
almighty.
O’
Zion, land of the spiritual warriors of the mountains how many men
wish to serve you! and how many have missed! Yet the struggle
continues and I see the faces of many who took the call, their faces
smiling with graceful humbleness, their memories like a mighty wave
that gets stronger as it picks up time.
O’
Zion, motherland that shelters its off springs in the bosom of caves,
peaks, valleys and evergreens, from the oppressor and
destroyer…..awake...awake and consume them in your wrath and fire.
O’
Zion, if only God had error (in choosing a new people and He did
not!) why did He not look any further in the pains of labour, the land
of Faithful warriors? (Moreover He, has)…God almighty bless the
fields of the new covenant and the Great Spirit be the driving force
in all its actions. The mountain can move, the waters can divided,
the underground can call it’s spoils, the days can darken and
nights illuminate like the brightest stars, but Zion will stand and
remain as God's almighty spirit visitant the everlasting faith based
stronghold.
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Raphael G 4/6/07
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