PS 137

A song of Zion
I wonder what it sounds like
Shall I pen some words?

A blessed city
With foundations built strongly
Atop a mountain

Infused with power
Great population within
Found in their homeland

When the tale unfolds 
They can depend on their God 
For sound protection

Dreaming of glory
Watching it unfold around
Morning and evening

Telling a story
With the elements unveiled
As the year unfolds

Each day unfurling
Like a scroll from in its case
Tale of Sheep's Blessing

God found most faithful
Beautiful by light of dawn
Worthy of all praise

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