Oh Israel

Anyone who harms you harms my most precious possession. 

Zachariah 2:8

Oh Israel, 
remember you are:
   created and formed by Him,
   the apple of His eye,
   His first-born son,
   an unmovable rock,
   Yahweh’s own inheritance,
   His precious procession,
   the cradle of the
   Holy City Jerusalem,
   Jehovah’s elect,
   a light to the nations.
Oh Israel!

Attacked by pure evil 
from the pit of hell, 
these Godless thugs,
want you gone.
So jealous of your position 
in His kingdom.
This is Satan’s war,
but the serpent will never
overthrow the royal seed.
The enemy does not want 
Messiah to reign. But He will 
and He does.

Abba, be near to the Nation of Israel
vindicate Your people,
Your chosen ones.
Bring peace among 
the house of David.
Pour out your Spirit 
on the people of Israel.
We pray for the day
when Israel dwells in safety.
Prince of Peace,
Everlasting Father,
bring Your righteousness
to Your holy land. 
Pour out your blessings
just as you have promised.
So be it. Amen.

Poetry type: Free Verse; Prayer