Some people are born at home and raised in a family
Others are strangers in the land
And cover the world in search of peace
My nation has dwelt in the safety of the General’s camp
But even in the presence of spear and sword, death stalks my city.
We are like a lion with a stake in its paw.
At home, yet at such risk.
I always look to You, because You will not forget me or forsake me.
You give me the will to live, to wait for deliverance
You promised my ancestors, your children
The comfort of Your love and instruction
So I pray.
We are hewn down
We divide and fall
Yet the hand of the King is the hand of the Healer
And before all is lost, He will return to us
And heal us of this dark sleep
Even so, come
After the purge
Purity
After despair,
Hope
After catastrophe
Simplicity
Let me become a daughter of The Land
Given to Your hand
Let me become holy
Wild as in Eden
Let me exist imperceptibly, as Light in the Land
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