It is good that I am here
More than just a house of stone
Place of rest in Israel’s God
God of all the earth alone.
They had come from Persian lords
Pleased to worship as they might
Weeping as the chains were lost
Seventy years in exile’s night.
I had come from down the street
Passing oft’ this site of shame
Broken stones where once the Lord
Dwelt as children praised His name.
But I had no part in Him
Trapped in mire of heathen rites
Brutish as each child was slain
Basking in lascivious lights.
Something grabbed me, I confess
Gave me right thoughts of the Jew
Saw their heroes, heard their songs
Pulled me to the clean and true.
I have blood from other streams
But that does not bar the path
Share their worship, dream their dreams
Sheltered from Jehovah’s wrath.
21 And the children of Israel, which were come again out of captivity, and all such as had separated themselves unto them from the filthiness of the heathen of the land, to seek the Lord God of Israel, did eat,
22 And kept the feast of unleavened bread seven days with joy: for the Lord had made them joyful, and turned the heart of the king of Assyria unto them, to strengthen their hands in the work of the house of God, the God of Israel.
Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario