Only some will hear the shofar shout
its echoes trumpet through the land
In towns and cities people alarmed,
on Highland summits
where sheep are now farmed.
Heaven’s mountain overlooks it all
wondering if they’ll heed the call.
The discordant drumming
shakes those still sleeping
As angels wipe away
tears of the weeping
a million footsteps
can be heard if you listen
a million teardrops
of mourning glisten
the prayers of the past
and the future merge
as all paths of light
harmonically converge.
What awaits us now
only time will tell
as the bridge is revealed
between heaven and hell.
Close the book of history
and write a new page
as we awaken
a new golden age.
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