Our first Israel meeting.


To the land of wandering

and stories that ancients told

Leaving us to pondering

The memories of travels old


To the land filled with dust

Eroded from histories stone

When men finally learned to trust

God, making His glory known


In this land we shall pass

Through timeless doors into the past

Looking through the looking glass

Of the faithful God holding fast


God and man together dwelt

Yet His people spurned His face

For they loved the sin they felt

So He came in glorious grace


Two millenium have come and gone

After His play was cast

And before this present age will dawn

To this land we'll be at last


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