Just beyond my heart,
was a seed immersed
in enriched, fertile soil
called Holy Land.  

I reached down,
deep into my soul,
and felt the serenity
of pure, sacred waters.

Man couldn’t invade
this paradise; however,
the enemy preyed to
steal and destroy it
in order to **** me.
          
Grace whispered to
the seed and watched
it sprout upwards
towards the heavens.

My corrupt flesh fell
weak to my soul, and
became a sacrifice
unto the Lord.

My tree branch limbs
cried out, “Hallelujah,
praise be to thee!
A Holy nation lives!”