The Wanderers - Jerusalem 1967

Those wanderers returned to home,
Remnants, escaped from certain doom,
They worked their ancient, arid lands,
And made the deserts bloom.

They kept their faith,
To God the prayed,
And rose to meet the foe,
And all their enemies were staid,
By great Jehovah's blow.

Their ranks were swelled
By all their dead,
Succumbed in ancient past,
The gassed and burned
Their spirits fed,
And like a searing blast,
Their armies rose
And slew the foe,
A mighty die was cast.

And at the Wailing Wall they stood,
They prayed and laughed and sang,
In fever ran their ancient blood,
A falling star fell from the sky,
God's tear upon his land.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz