This is not a political poem about the state of Israel; it is merely a poem on Psalm 60.
O Lord, You’ve cast us off, it’s clear;
Your Anger burns—Your voice severe.
Restore us now; our hearts are torn,
like earth that quakes—a world forlorn.
You’ve shown Your people trials vast, —
a cup of trembling we’ve amassed.
But for the Faithful, You have raised
a Banner high through storm and haze.
Deliver those You hold in Love;
O hear our cry from realms above!
For vain is help from mortal hand;
You will lead and take command.
With God, we march with courage stout;
He treads our foes and casts them out.
In triumph Sure, His name we boast, —
our Strength, our Guide, the Lord of Hosts.
So grant us Aid—our path made clear, —
and then Your face, O Lord, draw near.
For You alone our Victory bring ,—
our Shield, Savior, and our King.
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