Israel, my love
By Channa
This land of peoplechosen by Mighty G-dAwaken a littleFor you I write this odeYour soft golden sandand tall cactus standyou roses still bloomshyly under the moonFor this wonder landworked by our handfrom many nationby the children of ZionO Israel, my loveyou are blessed from abovemy heart is bound to youI am in awe anewdesert golden sandforming a Holy bandaround Jerusalemthe City of HaShemGolden City of oldthousand years in your foldI could sing of your beautythroughout eternityProphets lived and died thereKing David and His heirstemple so majesticyour ending, so tragicOur sons and daughters dancethe 'hora' of innocenceunder the coveringOf G-d's angels wingswe have finally returnedour determination burnsto forever hold fastthe City of our past. Written October 11th, 2001 © on Oct 11 2001 06:19 AM PST 18 • 0 • 9
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"This land of peoplechosen by Mighty G-dAwaken a littleFor you I write this odeYour soft golden sandand tall cactus standyou roses still bloomshyly under the moonFor this wonder landworked by our handfrom many nationby the children of ZionO Israel, my loveyou are blessed from abovemy heart is bound to youI am in awe anewdesert golden sandforming a Holy bandaround Jerusalemthe City of HaShemGolden City of oldthousand years in your foldI could sing of your beautythroughout eternityProphets lived and died thereKing David and His heirstemple so majesticyour ending, so tragicOur sons and daughters dancethe 'hora' of innocenceunder the coveringOf G-d's angels wingswe have finally returnedour determination burnsto forever hold fastthe City of our past...."