PELLA

Pella

As we stood in the ruins
Of a church that was built
On a ancient, false foundation
That can’t take away our guilt

After repentance
For atrocities committed
We learned how to celebrate
The way that we’ve been knitted

In our Mothers’ wombs
And in our Father’s heart
No more corrupt seed
As we step into our part

As restorers of the breach
Rebuilders of the wall
That secures our identity
As children who are called

Beloved of the Father
Forgiven, set apart
As Jew and Arab walk as one
This IS the Father’s heart!

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