The Land Just Waiting

For thousands of years,

you were right there waiting.

You were forgotten about,

and remembered.

You were found,

and you were lost.

You were praised,

and destroyed.

Still, one thing is certain.

You were, are, and will always,

be needed.

When your soul,

is occupied,

people will try,

and break you.

When people talk,

good about you.

You will be tried,

to be erased from their memory.

People will rise up against you,

just to put you down.

They will spread,

rumors about you,

so that they may,

turn people against you.

Still, oh beautiful Israel, be still.

Know that no one is perfect.

Know that you,

have favor in God's eyes.

What is in your soul,

will not perish.

Press on oh Israel.