Their power lay before them in land they walked alone
The gracious G-d would see their plight and lead them back to home.
History will bear them out and to the kingdom due
The people without number will closely follow through.
Musicians play their psalms, while shofars bid them come
The children dance, the peace is felt, and shared with everyone.
The land is many colors; it waits the one last change
The heavens open brightly and life is all arranged.
For G-d who has sustained is waiting in this place
And we are there to praise His care and know His loving face.
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