Poetry & parbles
Grand Son of Saul, I gave you my all because you didn't deserve it. But you didn't learn that you didn't earn my favor. Even though I was your Savior. Son of Saul I gave you my gall because I did nothing to deserve it. But still the serpent strikes at the heel because of your ordinances. By merit you wear it, but they are but rags to Me. Righteousness by clause make Me your Santa Clause. Come to me all dirty and diseased, and hear me now please. Because deserve aint got nothing to do with it. I looked upon the nations with favor and grace until they challenged my Holy place. Because I will now visit Jerusalem again in my chen. Weep and mourn oh horn of David. Because I am the one that was pierced as your seed. From heel to head, take out now the because you have said. Instead insert my hurt, my pain as the Messiah that was hanged. Still the serpent's head is bashed because I raised your heel. Now kneel because I feel new zeal and will defend against their peace deal.
Curt Zant, not your typical author. He's had ranches in Texas and Oklahoma and has a love for the land and outdoors. During his walk with God, he has experienced the Almighty's compassion for both the Jewish people and their homeland, and wishes to relay this divine desire of restoration for Israel to the readers. Curt has recently moved to New Zealand. Purchase "I am the God of Israel" here.