Under The Olive Tree

Call to America

In that final desperate hour

When we stand or die

Will the beautiful land

Be filled with praise?

Or harsh despair and doubt?

So;…brothers,…for we all shall share

The trauma of emergency -

The famines stalking shadow;

The meagerness and want -

And fear for what is coming

Or clasp hands and set ourselves against

The darkness of the night

And loathe to tread

Yet steadfast – arm in arm

Embracing – on the edge

We fight for all that’s good and true

And sparing naught

No scale or measure

Every thing and all our being

Given as the treasure.

We’ve walked in freedom – prosperous

An open road – delicious

We’ve reaped the fields

Expressed our boundaries

Now comes the judgement day.