An Israelite Resurrection

I sat alone

tears ran down my face

when I consider

the pain of my mother

and sisters

when I heard the cries

of the little ones

When I saw the cruel death

of the strong ones

I too cried

when I saw the Temple

burned and grown over with weeds

none come to her Sabbaths

none say come

Let us go up to Zion

and worship God

Let us hear the praise

and music of the Lord

Why? Lord

why have you let the enemy

Do our lives like this?

What about pity?

What about tender mercies?

Didn't you swear to be our God

for eternity?

You knew I was but flesh,

and not a god.

I bleed, I feel pain

and I make errors

Who among the son's of Adam

have not sinned before you?

None-we are all guilty before you

Mercy, O God, Mercy

Return the years the Locus has eaten

Bring again the captives

of Judah and Israel

and forgive our sins

Resurrect us

from the dead

by your power

that men may know

that you alone art God

that your word is truth

Open my eyes

that I may see

your great light

cause the spirit of life

to flow through my veins again

Let the drumbeat in my chest

sound again

cause me to sit-up and speak

before the world and all nations

that they may confess

that this is the Truth

the way men should follow

at the resurrection of your people Israel

by your mighty arm and powerful hands

Shalam,

Zarach