For Zion’s Sake

The years and the tears
The hoping and the waiting
Surely you, O Israel,
Who wait upon the Lord
Will not be ashamed

Surely Zion will not die
While watchmen cry

Your zeal, your heart
Your burden so real
The heart of Abba
Trembling with heartache for His son

Zion, can you hear
Israel, he is near
Calling, crying out
Like a woman in labor
Panting, gasping
Laying low everything keeping you
From loving him

Jerusalem, he will not forsake you
He will not forget you
Your walls before him
His peace not withholding
Death will not prosper,
Wickedness will not have its way with you

Your walls always on his mind
Your bulwarks etched in time
Made of stone
A defense
Keeping him afar
But wanting him near

Coming for you
He is
One day soon

Mocking will end
Lying will die
Hatred crushed beneath him
As He draws near
New life will take hold again

Abba, Do You Hear?


Abba, do you hear?
Zion as she cries
The cries, the groaning of Your people
Do you see her desperation?

Zion is crying out

While the leaders of the nations set themselves against
You who made them

Zion still cries out

Zion waits
Hoping her suffering is not in vain

Holy One,
Giver of Life

I join Zion’s cry
My heart beats with hers
I cry with Zion

Knowing Your desire over Zion
Knowing You will heal her
Knowing You are seeking her out
For Yourself

I will restore health to you and heal you of your wounds, says the LORD, Because they called you an outcast saying: “This is Zion; No one seeks her.” Jeremiah 30:17


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“Please do not hide your face from me, O G-d of my fathers,” Jacob cried out.

“I’m right here, my son?” G-d answered.

“Is that you, O G-d? Where are you? Where have you gone? Why have you hidden yourself from me for so long?” Jacob’s cries were desperate like those of a scared child feeling lost and alone.

“Jacob, be still, my son,” Abba said with tenderness in His voice.

Jacob tilted his head upward, having heard the faint whisper of G-d again.

“Is that you, O Lord? Is that you, my G-d?” Jacob panted, one slow breath at a time.

Jacob was a desperate man. He was disoriented. The life of his youth had been so rich yet at some point somewhere he had lost himself and forgotten the beauty of walking with G-d in his younger days. He had lost his vision. He was like the blind man who didn’t know his own appearance and could only try to feel and sense his surroundings.

“It’s me, my beloved son. Can you hear me? I love you, Jacob. I love you with an everlasting love.” The Father’s words resounded in the heavens. They were like a soothing ointment that pierced Jacob’s heart with power like thunder.

“I have loved you with an everlasting love…I have drawn you, O virgin of Israel.” Jeremiah 31

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Just When

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Just when I thought I had found my niche,
Not even just my niche
Rather my calling

Just when I landed my life in measure
Despite the disappointments
The surety of the knowing became comfortable

Just then

You came and shifted things all around
You changed it all up in a moment
In just a moment
You made a way
Where I thought there was no way

Just when I thought I had to figure it out
Wrestle it through
Be frustrated to no end
or hopefully be frustrated to a good end

You came
You breathed
You spoke
You answered where I had barely asked

My expectations blown out of the water
Once again
By the G-d who is far more moved by me
Than I will ever fully comprehend

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Am Yisrael Chai (The People of Israel Live)

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Barracks and Watchtower at Former Concentration Camp Auschwitz ll-Birkenau

Let me tell you a little story.

Today is Purim, or the feast of Esther. The Jewish people were preserved from destruction in Esther’s day. Who could have imagined there would be a company of people in modern times that were far worse than Haman of Esther’s day? Who could have imagined that so few would lift their voices against such a hellish plan of annihilation in “Christian” nations?

I’ve been on a couple of journeys in the last year related to these things.

First, I went to Auschwitz (and Birkenau) – the former Nazi concentration camp that symbolizes the desired annihilation of the Jewish people. This place represents the Shoah (Holocaust). This place witnessed more murder of and cruelty towards the Jewish people than they ever could have imagined. The betrayal by those who had been their neighbors for centuries nearly crushed their corporate soul. Auschwitz and Birkenau tell a story of death, darkness and brutality. But the story doesn’t end there.

The story begins again in Israel.

After going to Auschwitz, I went to Israel again. You have to go to Israel after Auschwitz. This is where the life is. The people of Israel were reborn in a way. G-d regathered his people to the place he promised. The people he called himself after – the G-d of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob – were remembered. G-d preserved his people in Esther’s day and G-d preserved his people in our day. Because Israel lives, we know G-d lives.

Happy Purim! ✨

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Do Not Keep Silent

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There is a heartbeat, a cry of anguish still heard. The tears of the sovereign One weeping over his people mingled with the tears of Rachel mourning over her children who are no more.

The anguish and the suffering and the tears of the Shoah (Holocaust) bear no graspable equivalent.

Peering into the blackest black that is the Holocaust is unending in parallel and scope. The wretchedness of man in acquiescence to darkness knows no culpable bounds.

In a superiorly modern and industrial culture leaning on centuries of leadership in ethical thought and theology, men and women quickly consented to murkiness of thought and obeyed the gods of depravity, exploitation and injustice. The very value of human life came into question in a culture deeply rooted in Judeo-Christian principles.

Standing eighty years in distance from the greatest catastrophe the world has known, the best of thinkers, theologians, ethical teachers and peacemakers would likely stand in line and quickly give themselves over to the same god with a different face. In the most troublesome of times, the majority choose to turn away from their neighbor’s suffering. This being said, will we allow the Shoah to teach us.

Will we comprehend that in giving up our own dignity, we lose the essence of being human? Will we breathe in the reality of the Source higher than ourselves lest we fall into decline?

We lose the sacredness of who we are as individuals and as a body of humanity when we submit ourselves to silence in the face of moral crisis. The holiness of God upon man is lost and we lose our unique place in creation if we do not allow our conscience to move us to act on behalf of those in need.

As a German teacher on the Holocaust said, “We know and we’ve seen the end of humanism: it is the Holocaust.” The goodness in humanity comes to a quick end in the face of tribulation. Many would vehemently disagree with the statement yet it would behoove us to consider the idea.

When we rely on our own moral fortitude, we make ourselves vulnerable to arrogance. Arrogance opens the door for dullness that slowly leads our hearts away from who we truly long to be.

The most evil events in history repeat themselves when those with sight choose to look away. Deep darkness invades when those who can hear muffle their ears and choose not to listen. Gloominess and the shadow of death begin to loom over a people when those with understanding do not lift their voices.

On our watch and in our day, what will we choose? What will you choose? The greatest leaders of our day are mere men and women like the men and women of past generations. No better and no worse.

Will we humble ourselves and look to the Source of life who gives strength to stand in the midst of adversity?

Will we hear the heartbeat, the cry of anguish of the sovereign One over his people? Will we weep with Him?

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Israel’s Cry

In peering at the Holocaust, one witnesses the depths of the depravity of man. In hearing survivor’s stories, only tears can answer and soothe the deep heartache of these ones. As daily terror against Israel (in words, deeds and boycotts) continues and increases with an energy only resolute hatred or anti-Semitism can explain, I am concerned about what is to come.

Where are the courageous ones standing against the tide of anti-Semitism today? May many who are filled with love for the people of G-d’s choosing be strong and resolute in love in these days. May we hear Israel’s cry and the cry of the heart of G-d.

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Israel’s Cry

Israel’s cry is a deep cry
It is a heart-wrenching cry
It is a cry that must be heard

Israel’s cry resounds
On the earth and in the heavens
It is a cry that will not go away
It will be answered

Israel’s cry is a cry
That prophesies
Israel’s cry is a cry
Deeper than words

Israel’s cry touches
The very heart of G-d

Will you hear the cry of a people
Set apart yet reviled
Will you hear the cry of a people
Aching for their G-d

Will you hear the cry of G-d
Longing for his firstborn
Will you hear the cry of Abba
Aching for his children to be near

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The Season of Lights/Hanukkah

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Photo Credit: Yad Vashem, Westerbork, Holland, Candle lighting on the seventh night of Hanukkah during WW2
Photo Credit: Yad Vashem, Westerbork, Holland, Candle lighting on the seventh night of Hanukkah during WW2

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It’s a season for life for Israel
It’s the season of lights,
The season of joy,
The season of rededication

Israel was called
For a holy purpose,
Distinct and set apart
Before all the nations

G-d made a people
To bring Himself
And His Kingdom nigh

His holy writ will not be denied
His promises will never be forgotten
His covenant will never ever be forsaken
He cannot deny Himself
He will not forget His lovingkindness

Ezekiel 37 describes this life
Life into the dry bones;
One slow step at a time
G-d himself breathes life
Into the dry bones

The most poignant reality
Coming for Israel
In every single dimension
Words containing substance
Words spoken over Israel
Containing hope for her

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There Must Be More

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There Must Be More

While the world is clearly reeling to and fro in so many ways these days and what we considered innocent isn’t so, it’s time to consider how to respond and to find out what G-d wants.

Good news is coming. In some ways it’s already here but in other ways it’s coming in a way unrecognized before. Some kind of revolution is coming one day sooner than we think. This revolution will touch the very essence of the identity of those who believe in Messiah, corporately and individually. We’ve been alone for far too long gazing at ourselves in Messiah rather than at Messiah himself. It’s time to look the other way around. It’s time to go from one to many, individuals to family, my world to Kingdom.

There must be a revolution coming that shifts and changes the identity of the corporate people who believe in Messiah. There must be something big and wild and crazy coming that’s really great and terribly awesome: a shaking that will shake everything inside of us and outside of us except the Kingdom of G-d, which will remain. This must come that those who believe in the Giver of life bring and give a testimony of this life within and without. It must come. This must happen. How long while the world stands in awe and shock, fear and outrage at the turbulence descending upon man without an answer of the reality of the goodness of G-d in the land of the living? May the answer be made known to all who are hungry.

G-d of Israel, G-d of all hope, bring hope and life in Zion today. Bring deliverance and rescue in Israel today.

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The youth will faint and grow weary, the young men shall utterly fall, but those who wait on the G-d shall renew their strength…they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint. Isaiah 40

The Holy One of Israel
Doesn’t grow weary
He doesn’t faint
nor forget his people
in their difficulty

He doesn’t turn away
from the people
He called after himself

As Jerusalem suffers,
As Israel experiences
Bigotry and boycotts,
Hatred and murder
From enemies on every side

Holy One of Israel
Rise up on behalf of Jerusalem
Rise up on behalf of your people

You do not grow weary
You do not slumber nor sleep
You watch over Israel

You will finish what you started
in this people you chose
For your name
and your glory

Abba, help your people today
Let Israel know you are with them
To deliver them

He who keeps Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep Tehillim/Psalm 130

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