Zionism is Hagar, and Jerusalem is Ishmael The Dome of the Rock is the Abomination The little horn is plain to sight but unseen So too the Rock, foreshadowed again and again
Ishmael's thorn deep in Issac's heart Jerusalem never shall be again But when, not if, the thorn is pulled Earth shall gush blood as a heart ruptured
Can the wicked's blessings be good? Does the wicked bless for good or evil? Or is the blessed of the wicked just as accursed? And thus Jerusalem blessed of Trump
But unseen, unknown, stronger by the day The assembly is gathering as Mount Zion Not one bone out of joint nor broken, fitly one The Peace of Jerusalem, the Bride of God, awaits