The shackles of Zion Songs of songs comes to mind You my dear are one of a kind You have drank of life’s bitter cup Yet nothing cause you to give up Not escaping the reality of Holocaust In place of worship burned alive Persecuted like olds to death Robbed of Adonai’s given breath Your own died at the age of two Seen as an outcast, that is true Abused, abandoned and all alone Left to the luxury of a hostile foster home Cheated on, rejected and so much more Struggling to feeling accepted at the core Sworn at, cursed, blamed and damned to hells Single mother, drinking from loneliness wells Until the day that you came around Deeply struck, the path was found Of two halfs walking together Being fulfilled so like never He will restore what is rightfully yours His way for us is par course My beloved daughter of Zion Believe in Our Maker with the heart of a lion As He forgives, forgive them too Lift up your eyes like Stephen do While rocks comes your way He rises so that for them we pray Baruch Haba Hashem Adonai
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 19:29:30 +0000