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I REMEMBER RUSSIA From the windows of my soul, I remember Russia. Fallen dreams of a faraway home, My children in you are dying. Does no one hear, see, or understand? Is there no one to lend a compassionate hand? Faithfully in your midst I stand; I will pray for you. In the cold, dark night they roam, My sisters and my brothers, Searching hungrily for all thoughts of home, Longing to embrace their Father. Hear their cries so deep in the night. See their tears falling fast from their eyes. Who will defend them from all evil and lies? I will be a voice for you. Far beyond gray prison walls, In solitude confining. Holding on to blessed hope, Yet another flame is slowly dying. Hold fast, My beloved, as death draws near; And do not fear, no, do not fear! By My Spirit, I'm ever near; In death, I will stand by you. Hear the beat of the distant drum, Across the crystal waters. Where I await you by Heaven's shore, My sons and My daughters. No more never-ending tragedies Of human suffering or atrocities, I will bear you on eagle's wings; And bring you home to Me. © Eva CHILDREN OF THE WILDERNESS Children of the wilderness, You've wandered oh so long. Now the highway of your salvation Is made ready to take you home. Where refreshing streams of water Springs forth from the desert sand And fruit more abundant Is growing at the L-rd's command. Hear me now, ye son's of Israel, Brother's unite and stand. Hearken and come out from the nations. Return, to possess your land. Oh return to possess your land. © Eva I DREW JERUSALEM TO ME They followed Me through the wilderness, Through a land that was unsown; They had a love so rich and deep, That their spirit within them groaned. Trying to please the Father Yet they were so spiritually undone Always trying to please the Father, Not realizing they and the Father were one. For I road the high heavens to their rescue, I, the G-d of Jeshurun, Assailed in royal majesty More brilliant than the sun. And as a doe longs for refreshing streams So did their souls for Me; They thirsted so for the face of G-d, They thirsted so for Me. I, the Fountain of Life, did reign, From the beginning of eternity; For it was from the very beginning of time, "I drew Jerusalem to Me." © Eva ISRAEL'S DREAM COME TRUE Before sunrise, the heavens did open. A ladder came down to Earth's ground, Where Jacob, sweet Jacob, was sleeping. G-d's heavenly angels came down. Then a Voice, the Ancient of Ancients, Liquid gold, transcending like dew, Spoke to the one who was sleeping, "This land have I given to you. "I, the L-rd G-d of your fathers, To Abraham and Isaac I decreed My blessings to pour on your offspring: Upon you and upon all your seed. "Though I will scatter you among all the nations, Yet I will return you to this land once again. I will do it, and no one can stay Me; You are grafted in the Palm of My hand. "Fear not, for I will be with you; I will never leave you alone. The wind of My Spirit shall lift you, Directing and leading you home." © Eva I HEAR JERUSALEM CRYING I hear Jerusalem crying; Their tears shed are as drops of blood. Brave sons of Jerusalem dying, While the desert brings forth her new bud. There are roses blooming in the desert; And a stillness envelopes all around - A burst of new hope for my people, While death claims another brave son To the ground. Hush, listen, Oh daughter of Zion, To the faint sound of distant drum. Your wilderness journey awaits you; Come to Jerusalem come! Be still, Oh daughter of Zion, Hear My Voice, take hold of My hand. Soon you'll be crossing that great river, Home towards the Promised Land. © Eva ISRAEL, COULD YOU FORGET? Israel, could you forget the many years When time seemed at a stop, When yellow stars in chambers went Where fires licked them up? Could you forget the woeful cries Within the deepest nights, Cold prison gates, bones tossed in graves, Heart wrenching smells in sight? Could you forget the bloodied path Of human atrocities, where hope, Though faint, held a flickering flame, Where men's hearts yearned to be free? Could you forget the martyrs, Whose silent voices cry? Could you forget, could you forget, The ones whom for your freedom had died? Could you forget your journey To Israel's welcoming shore As nation after nation Unto You had closed their doors? Could you forget the settlers, Israel's blood, sweat, and tears, Who built, prayed and died there Throughout the many years? Could you forget the joy you shared, As you watched each blossoming rose Blooming in dry, desert land Where cool nightly breezes blow? Could you forget G-d's promises To you and to your seed? Could you forget, could you forget He holds the master deed? Could you forget your Patriarchs Buried throughout your land, Planted as a constant reminder That G-d's promises forever will stand? Could you forget the mother's of Israel, Who on their knees have fought For the love of their precious children, As the enemies of Israel still plot? Could you forget, Oh Israel, The very blood within you veins? Your Jewishness, Jerusalem, G-d's dew, the summer rain? Could you forget, G-d's promise That you will be restored? Could you forget, could you forget? He awaits you by Jerusalem's door! © Eva G-D'S ETERNAL LIGHT Israel, you were entrusted with the imperishable "Light of the Law", The "Oracles of G-d", the Torah. Although on wilderness journeys you've traveled, Exiled by G-d, unto the nations hurled; With you, my kinsmen, went the "Light of Glory", G-d's message sent by you unto a dying world. This was the expectation of your people, To go forth in G-d's glory and might, You were entrusted to establish G-d's blessed kingdom By immersing the world with G-d's Eternal Light". © Eva JOURNEY TO JERUSALEM Jerusalem, Broken city, Scattered people, All around. Hear the ram's horn -- Sounding, blowing, Piercing hell's gate, Yet no sound. Gather up My precious daughter, Gather up And come to me. For it's time To start your journey, And once again I'll part the sea. "Give up North", cries The Voice of Thunder, "Give up North", And set them free. That they may Journey to Jerusalem, To Jerusalem -- To Worship Me © Eva "SOON, JERUSALEM, SOON!" From a distance, I watch as my mother continues To mourn the loss of her children. Though pained at heart and broken in spirit, She stands the epitome of a virtuous woman, Whose vestures were designed and fashioned In strength, honor, and holiness unto the L-rd. How I've longed to comfort her, To speak peace to her, yet I am so very far away, Held fast to another time, another place. Again, I hear her groanings and muffled cries: "How long, O' Lord, Before You restore my children unto me?" "Soon", reassures my Father, Whose voice A burning flame, rekindles her spirit anew. "Soon, Jerusalem, soon!" ©Eva THE WATCHMEN'S PRAYER Voices rising up in unison; Spiritual voices filling the air, Rising up toward the throneroom of heaven. Hear, O' Israel, Hear the watchmen's prayer! The G-d of Israel has set His watchmen, Has set them upon thine ancient walls. Refusing to sleep or to keep silent, Faithful watchmen heeding their call. Watching, listening for sounds of horsemen Come against the Mount of G-d. Fearless watchmen prepared for battle; O'er Israel's enemies they will spiritually trod. "Hear the ram's horn blowing, calling? Arise from your sleep and take your stand! For I have called you to be My watchmen To pray for the peace of Jerusalem. © Eva I STOOD UPON YOUR RAMPART WALLS I stood upon your rampart walls, Etched with scars of time, And joined those ancient voices Who'd left their trace behind. For the love of G-d, no breach was made; Each link in chain stood fast. Each watchful eye, in spirit's quest, Stood guard until the last. There, no distance can be measured; Satanic foes are stemmed, As echoes of voices through all generations Pray peace o'er Jerusalem. © Eva WHAT MIGHTY MEN What mighty men in spirit Have walked your rampart walls; What mighty intercessors Arising to the watchman's call! What seeds of faith were planted By faithful men of G-d; What battles there were fought and won, Where fearless men have trod! © Eva THE TRAVELER I journeyed into a peaceful valley With laughter, singing, and such delight. It seemed I'd been traveling All the day long, Yet still no darkness, only light. I see children playing. I hear music playing. There, lamb and lion grazed side by side. Yet no fear nor anguished faces, There no traces did I spy. Where was I? Streets of gold. I've seen the young, now where's the old? All healthy bodies, no one crying. Singing, shouting, all the day long; Is it real? Or will I wake up? For now, my heart sings right along. © Eva THE BIG SKY PARADE Somewhere between the moon and stars The silvery sea of glass is laid. There ships of every size and shape Sail by in "The Big Sky Parade". Dazzling lights, capturing the night, Enveloping a young child's dream. A fragile canopy, covering the earth, Projected by giant moonbeams. Sleep on My child, till the morning light When the ships are no more. For they lie, well hidden, within The Sun... Behind the daytime door. © Eva ON SILVERED WINGS OF PRAYER When faith flew through my window, On silvered wings of prayer. She gently whispered to me, Sweet peace beyond compare. "Stay close by Me", she whispered. "Allow Me to embrace your heart, With joys unspeakable and full of glory, Banishing away all doubt. Together, we'll soar the highest mountains, Lay low the valley's floor, Transcend the winds of worship and praise, As we enter through Heaven's door. © Eva Other poems written by Eva can be found at Messianic Literary Corner |
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