Angel

When I'm lost
and in pain
not knowing where to go
or how to get there
when the wolves chase
and men in angry mobs pursue-

What wrong have I done?
whom have I hurt?
or what country
can accuse me of insurrection and terror?
I was their slave.
They took everything
and created me.
Yet, they did not take my life.
And now, they say I'm free
only to be chased through
the streets of the Great City.
What have I done?
Whom have I betrayed?
Did not I bleed for them
in their wars,
and built their cities
and heal their sick?-

Don't leave me to their cruelty, my Angel
come and guide me
out of my prison
and from the wolves
and the mob
and the hands of evil men
Don't leave me in the cold
on that day when the snow is thick
and the frost unbearable
come and keep me warm
lift me up on eagles wings
carry me to that mountain of God
carry me home to Zion.

John 14:18

Shalam,
David Zarach