Israel - The Heart of the World
Awaken the globe with nightlights
upside down candles drip wax from the ceiling
old men make promises, as they’re kneeling
feathers tickle mountain tops
bouncy balls turn into gum drops
but no one will eat them except the brave
little girls sweat and whine through heat wave
paper houses burn
the devil’s had his turn
now we march and proclaim
why we’re alive, and that we’ve said no to shame
ground shakes and the world groans
all the sincere and true destroy their phones
the heart of the world is Israel
for the people, prayerful comfort to feel
open their eyes to see the saving horse
before the wicked world blows them off course
arteries and veins flow to Israelian heart
the trumpets and shofar horns start
time is setting like the sun in the evening
the true will free them and bring reprieving
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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