Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Wild Olives

Wrapped in your arms of love
I rest right here
When the storms of the world are raging
there is none to fear
Cast away my worried and my faults will
disappear
Surrounded by peace
Yeshua, dries away my tears
Biding time in a land far from home
Although we walk with no one
We stand not alone
In a world of corruption no one left to
cast the first stone
One day the hold of evil will be shackled
and overthrown
On my knees I pray for the
strength of Israel
El Rachum remember your promise
restore hope for those whom fell
Let us walk amongst the wild
olives on the narrow trail
With praise and triumph
let hatred bid farewell

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