PEACE WITH A PRICE

The cities are not quite so beautiful now

As destruction covers Israel’s land,

But all that it lacks, tho' easily forgotten

Is the touch of the Master’s hand.

Though it’s called the land that’s holy,

Such evil still exists in the hearts of men,

Peace will come with a staggering price

It’s the same way now as it was back when,

At the time of Joshua, the sun stood still,

As the Lord fought for Israel that day;

He fought for His people as from Egypt they fled,

Parting the sea and leading the way.

He looks o’er his land, with tears in His eyes

Knowing first hand of the hate and it’s cost,

As He marched that day thru narrowing streets

Bleeding and stumbling, as he carried His cross.

As Easter arrives, their faith is renewed

Since before God they did solemnly swear:

The land they’ll rebuild, the sons they’ll bury,

Until ‘peace in Jerusalem’: their nightly prayer.

(Psalm 122:6)

~Twilah 2002~

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