ISRAEL MY GLORY

The lines are drawn upon the Land
The written Word is His command
A curse or blessing does not change
When Yahweh swears by His own Name.

His covenant to Israel's seed
Which clearly marks their title deed
Is given to a people blessed
And pledged upon His righteousness.

Just mark the course of Nation's past
Their rise and fall are clearly cast
Against their treatment of the Jew
Their conquered lands lie in review.

So how can we imagine less?
When our great Nation He has blessed
Betrays its pledge to give a hand
And thinks God's curse will skip our Land?

Just wait till money looses gain
And failing crops and floods bring pain
Utopian dreams will fade away
Because His Glory could not stay.
--B. Pent