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The Son Sets on His Home
“Maranatha, with my whole heart, Maranatha”
Come and see, the devastation given me;
Blood and oil, deep in the soil
The air reeks of hatred
Come and see, the prayers that are given me
“Let them perish, o let them perish”
“Save us, o mighty salvation, save us”
The air reeks of prayers
Come and see, the rocks who run and flee
“To the mountains! To the desert!
There will our safety be”
But you, Judea, have not seen safety
For it is a swallow, a pelican in the wilderness;
Nowhere to be found
Nowhere to be seen
None to answer, none to save you
Come and see, the devastation given me;
Blood and oil, deep in the soil
The air reeks of hatred
Come and see, the prayers that are given me
“Let them perish, o let them perish”
“Save us, o mighty salvation, save us”
The air reeks of prayers
Come and see, the rocks who run and flee
“To the mountains! To the desert!
There will our safety be”
But you, Judea, have not seen safety
For it is a swallow, a pelican in the wilderness;
Nowhere to be found
Nowhere to be seen
None to answer, none to save you
Published 9th Oct 2023
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