As a Daughter of Zion tormented by the tempest, thrown by contrary wind
Hated by foes, envied by comrades
You bear the seal of the Blood of Jesus
Your most precious accessory
That triggers spite from evil’s wiles
As a Daughter of Zion thrown by the waves
A castaway among capsized canoes
Stranded on an island of vultures,
Vermin, vulgar threats from viscious voices
God’s omnipresence
Within You dwell
As a Daughter of Zion You battle still
Your armor adorned in God’s love
Resist whatever the weather
Contrary wind or capsized canoes
You reign in grace
For that which you’re hated
As a Daughter of Zion, Your DNA
Is not just spoken but known!
You hurt, I hurt, you cry, I cry,
you bleed, I bleed because we’re One!
Transfused through Jesus Blood
You and I we bond!
08-06-2021
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