PS 87

Your city founded 
I can picture the mountain
Dwelling place of God

The gates of Zion
More beloved than other gates
You are within them 

Glorious city
May the world sing your praise 
And those realms beyond

May I be counted
Perhaps by adoption rights
As one born within

Citizen preserved
The Most High establishing
Forever Amen 

In your book of life
Please do not leave out my name 
Despite all these days/my words

When they make music
"All my fountains are in you" (~Psalm 87:7)
May it ring out true

Most holy Zion
I hope one day to walk you
In true amazement

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