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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