In Israel’s heart, God’s people, a sacred place

where ancient truths blend and intertwine,

A nation stands, a place of great design,

where history finds a sacred space.

Israel, with truths profound and deep,

A promise and a destiny, in God’s grace to keep.

A land where Jesus walked, a Jewish son,

Did you know the clock of time is not our own?

It’s tied to Israel, where seeds of faith are sown,

With customs, feasts, and tales of old, as one.

For Jesus, not a “Christian,” but a Jewish soul,

Honored Jewish customs as he served a divine role.

In this holy land, a truth so clear,

He came not to erase the Prophets’ ancient scroll,

But to fulfill the words that they extolled,

The bond with Israel is cherished and dear.

When He returns, it’s not to the shores of fame,

But to the Mount of Olives, where He’ll claim His name.

The Mount of Olives, where His foot will stand,

Through the Eastern Gate, sealed off in stone,

He’ll enter, making the sacred truth known,

through the Eastern Gate, a sacred plan.

A cemetery placed before, a solemn sign,

For touching the dead, to Jews, is a sacred crime

In Israel’s story, God’s promise holds true.

In Israel, His rule for a thousand years,

The hope of countless prayers, the end of tears,

Those who bless, their blessings shall accrue,

The final battle, not on U.S. soil or sands,

But in Megiddo’s valley, where destiny stands.

Where Jesus walked, in that eternal land.

As nations gather, waging war’s cruel call,

Jesus will descend, His enemies to fall,

The prophecy, Jews and Christians hand in hand,

With the breath of His mouth, He’ll quell the strife,

For in the Word of God, lies eternal life.

Pray for Jerusalem, a sacred quest,

The Jews, God’s chosen people through the years,

We’re grafted in with love, amid joy and tears,

In Israel’s tale, God’s will shall manifest.

Touch Israel, and you touch God’s very heart,

In Zechariah’s words, this truth does impart.

Touch not the apple of God’s watchful eye,

The Guardian of Israel, He neither sleeps nor slumbers,

In Psalm 121, we find grace that never encumbers,

Blessings for those who pray with hands to the sky.

Bless Israel and blessings you shall find,

Curse not, for curses, are a heavy burden to bind.

A thousand years to reign in ancient lore,

In Psalm 122, a command so clear and true,

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem, a call for me and you,

As battles rage, upon that hallowed floor.

For in this land, faith, and history entwine,

Israel is a place where God’s light will always shine.

In prayer for Jerusalem, hearts intertwine,

Israel matters, to us, and to God above.

In prayer, weep for Israel in faith and love

In Israel’s story, God’s grace shall shine.

As history unfolds, the prophesies entwine,

Israel’s story, is timeless, forever in faith divine.

Christians, Grafted into the Jewish tree.

Jesus, not of Christian creed but Jew,

walked the land with customs old, and true.

Grace is given to the Gentile, You and me.

Bless Israel. The apple of God’s eye,

Pray for Jerusalem, God’s will, none shall defy.