A Promise Calls

Wandering feet on foreign ground,
But my heart beats where the prophets sound.
By the rivers of Babylon, we wept so long,
Still, I hear the shofar’s song.
Through deserts wide and oceans deep,
A promise calls, it doesn’t sleep.
From Abraham’s dream to David’s throne,
This is my land, my soul, my home.
Take me home to Israel, where the olive trees still grow,
Where the Jordan flows and the sunrise glows
On the walls of Jericho.
From the hills of Judea to the shores of the sea,
Through war and fire, she still stands free.
Take me home—take me home to Israel.
Footsteps echo in ancient stone,
Prayers rise where the seeds were sown.
From exile’s night to morning’s light,
We’ve held the dream, we’ve kept it tight.
Through deserts wide and oceans deep,
A promise calls, it doesn’t sleep.
From Sinai’s heights to Zion’s street,
Every heartbeat cries, "I’m incomplete."
Take me home to Israel, where the olive trees still grow,
Where the Jordan flows and the sunrise glows
On the walls of Jericho.
From the hills of Judea to the shores of the sea,
Through war and fire, she still stands free.
Take me home—take me home to Israel.
I hear the children laugh in Tel Aviv,
See the soldiers guard what we believe.
The Western Wall still bears our pain,
Yet we return, we rise again.
Take me home to Israel, where the olive trees still grow,
Where the Jordan flows and the sunrise glows
On the walls of Jericho.
From the hills of Judea to the shores of the sea,
Through war and fire, she still stands free.
Take me home—take me home to Israel.
Oh, take me home, let me stand
On the land God gave by hand.
Through every exile, through every fight,
Israel, my heart, my light.

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