At Messiah’s Return
by Christine Egbert
All like sheep have gone astray,
All have turned to their own way.
None are righteous, no not one.
So Yahweh sent his only Son.
To the Jew first, as Scripture foretold,
through the Prophet Isaiah in the days of old.
But Yahweh’s plan to redeem His own,
predated creation, as Scripture has shown.
Knowing end from beginning, it surprised not Yah,
when only the remnant through faith saw.
Others were blinded, given a spirit of slumber,
Till the sheep that are scattered complete their number.
There is One God, and one congregation there’ll be,
The Nations in-grafted to Israel’s Tree.
For soon the Deliverer, out of Zion will turn
ungodliness from Jacob, at Yeshua’s return.
He’ll pour out on Jerusalem Yah’s Spirit of Grace.
And supplication as they mourn in that Holy place
When they stare at His nail-printed hands, they will cry
Baruch HaBa, BaShem, Adoni.