Poetry & parbles
It wood seem today there is no esteem. But I for One am still keen, for I have seen what I have seen. Your Honor, I understand what this means. The place of your honor dishonored. Severance is not reverence. To see them spit in your holy face, to see them split your holy place. What a disgrace! Speaking of faces, Lord, those so near have so little revere. I know you told me not to look at their faces of disdain. But how long can I contain this shame? I know this is my part, but it hurts my heart. Still thou art worthy of all my honor. For I knew what this gift wood lead to. HaShem forgive them even though they know no shame. For Salvation is thy name.
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.