Promise Land
Oh Israel how far the crux of lanterns lifted in the tragedy of sorrows plague your world. How deep the waters of your tears in travesty of long forgotten arrows pierce the hearts of kings and in dismay your rivals cheer abominations of so long foretold. The price of wounds so deep in history been cast away as emeralds of gold. And in the way of righteousness lay treasures of the glorious mold where builders cast the verses of His old. Triumphant victory cannot suffice to lose a single soul is such high price. So sing we must until the Capstone says
Come Up.His Word like lightning in His grasp and memories of verses from the past. They speak of mysteries and wonders echoing the chambers of His temple. Where the name of Jesus is proclaimed in awesome power and the end in fiery embers.
