November - December 1999 The Sabbath Sentinel
Jerusalem The Holy City
Frances Pelham Colbert
The sound of footsteps echo still
Through the valleys and over hills,
Rocks cry out a Glorious Name
That healed the sick and cured the lame,
On the streets where Hosannas once rose
Returning Israelis make their abode,
The bright morning star o'er olive trees
Lights the Garden of Gethsemane
There refugees look at Christ's empty tomb
Recalling prophecies "He cometh again soon!"
A strong wind is blowing without cease
Holding open the gateway toward the east,
Those who pray at the wailing wall
Visualize a majestic new temple's halls
Israel has emerged from her gloom,
Her barren lands are now in bloom,
The Lord God waits just out of sight
In His Hands the "Tree of Life!"
This poem won the Editor's Choice Award in
"Outstanding Poets of 1998." The contest was
sponsored by The National Library of Poetry. Frances was
kind enough to submit it to us for publication. Thanks
so much for sharing this with us, Frances.
TSS
November - December 1999 The Sabbath Sentinel
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