Oh, consolation
I’ve got seven weeks of you.
Oh, holy hug
Oh speak up those
watching over me
Oh Right Hand
You so strong
You smite the enemy
You clear the stones
You un-desolate
the Holy home
Oh, Jerusalem
We’re coming for you
Oh, Jerusalem
I can hear your watchmen
Look how our enemies hunger
Look how our red clothes turn white
Look how our children’s children
til the soil, bloom the desert
sing when they land
kiss the ground.
Oh, consolation, Oh, holy hug
You turn our oy to joy
You make me want
to read this text again.
I am standing.
I am ready.