The Flowers of Zion

When the world's in the throes of death

And shadows surround our love

We're reminded of our saviour's breath

and his ascension to home above


Even if the Earth be burnt

And the sun no longer glows

Zion's beloved throne was earnt

It's there our flower grows


So the toils we must bear

To faithfully sow our seed

Can no longer even compare

To our loving fathers deed


Even if the man of sin

Stares into our very eyes

And musters up a sinister grin

He's aware of his soon demise



  • orchidee

    A fine write Gavin.

    • Gavin

      Thank you

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