Chosen Doors

by

Anne Strausser

Oh, Holy Chosen City Israel don't cry no more.
As death and exile and blood thrashes
at your door.
For peace is the calling,
and is your destiny to implore.
God does love you oh chosen city,
as does the world as sin strips
the fibers.
but not the grains this you can be sure.
Just remember as war calls apon the living.
Your chosen spirit and perseverance
is the liberty in giving.
oh holy city of israel,
please when death drains life in war.
KNow you have the power,
apon the grails floor.
please, please, don't kill your people anymore.

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