MESSIANIC POETRY

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MESSIANIC POETRY

MEMORIAL
by Shoshana Kurzweil

Look up to the heavens, listen to the cries;
echoes of the mourners reaching to the skies...
"Where was God that morning?
Did he go and hide?
when the smoke ascended
and little children died."

Hear the common question
in every language
"Why?"
This is our memorial to never be denied.

Where was God when the little children died?
Where was God when the terror came inside?
Where was God when the murder was denied?
Where was God?
Did He turn His Face
and hide?

Look up to the heavens, listen to the cries;
older voices mourning.
Each one asking
"Why?"
"Where was God that morning,
when the helpless babies died?"
Jewish boys in Egypt,
slain by Pharaoh's pride.

Once a year we question
in every language
"Why?"
This is our memorial to never be denied.

Look up to the heavens, listen to the cries;
another tragic slaughter.
You can hear the mother's cries.
"Where was God that morning,
when those little children died?"
Baby boys of Israel,
slain by Herod's pride.
But why are there no questions?
In not one language
"Why?"
Where is our
memorial
that cannot be denied?

Where was God when the little children died?
Where was God when the terror came inside?
Where was God when the murder was denied?
God was right there
weeping
and His arms
were open wide.

He was there to welcome all the children,
He was there to wipe away their tears,
He was there to lead them into heaven,
He's been there through all the many years.

But, In every generation that sees the hope arise,
There has been
a holocaust,
where multitudes have died.
Before the births
of Moses
and Jesus,
babies died.
Before the birth
of Israel,
we heard the awful cries.
So we've built a great memorial,
raised it to the skies.
It cannot give us answers,
cannot tell us why.
But it keeps alive
a memory
of loved ones who have died.

Each year we tell the story,
tears within our eyes;
This is our memorial,
to never be denied.

THE HOPE OF ISRAEL

The Hope of Israel will never perish,

The Hope of Israel will never die;

Within our hearts, this Hope,

We'll ever cherish.

What God has spoken

Cannot be broken;

He does not lie!

OUT OF THE ASHES

Out of the ashes of the fire,
the remnant of my people did arise.
But in the souls of our survivors
were echoes of our loved ones' final cries.
Here, a mother mourns a daughter,
there, a father mourns a son;
a sister mourns a brother
and a child mourns everyone.
Yes, in our hearts their spirits live,
their memories survive.
But we must live and we must build
for those who are alive.

Out of the ashes of the fire,
The scattered ones of Israel returned
to build a home for our survivors.
At last the bitter lesson has been learned;
that there will never be another refuge on the earth.
If we will live, then let us live
for Israel's new birth;
We'll build the walls of Zion
as a mighty citadel;
a shelter for our little ones,
where they may safely dwell.

Out of the ashes of the fire
the nation of my people was reborn.
Out of the ashes of the fire,
the gathered sons of Jacob have returned
to till the soil and plant the seed
and build up Israel ... to make the desert bloom again
and guard our people well.

Oh, we who live will not forget
the precious ones who died,
but we must live and we must work
for those who have survived ...

out of the ashes of the fire.

-----Shoshana Kurzweil

THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE

When faced with the unthinkable...

a world that's gone insane,

there always is a Hope,

though nothing else remains.

When questions go unanswered

and our words cannot suffice,

when innocents with lives to live

pay such a dreadful price..

there always is a Hope.

When Evil seems to win the Day

and Good must bow its head,

when families are ripped apart

and grieving for their dead,

There is still a Hope for all,

a Comfort and a Light,

A knowledge that the Wickedness

will never win the fight.

There is still a Refuge

even at the time of Death...

a Place in God where souls live on

and still can draw a breath,

where hearts can be made whole again---

bathed in Love and Grace.

There always is a Hope for us,

a sure and steady Place.

May all who hurt find peace this day

and mercy fill their souls.

May we who bear the Light of God

help make our nation whole.

------Shoshana Kurzweil