Oh Great and Mighty Awesome God of the Covenant and Promise to Israel! Come! Restore Your land and return Your people!

Over the years, since 1948 Your people are returning home. They come–we come to Israel knowing there is a prophetic movement long ago foretold by Your prophets. And there is no land for us but Israel. It was foretold that because of our break with Your covenant, we would be exiled, killed, hated, chased from place to place, but that one day we would return.

We come now, we partake of the joy of this land of Israel as well as the struggles that abound.

The world still shakes its fist with hatred at Your people, yet we are Your people and You are our only God and Redeemer—Faithful to Your promises! We must not bow before the blatant mockery of other nations, and we must not cower in obedience to their desire to divide our land.

In the land, even with it’s problems, we are stronger than anywhere else on planet earth. And You told us to come home…

Yet why now do demon monsters attack from all sides, killing our little ones, the weak and the elderly? Why? Our hearts are shredded with anguish. Fear is not far even from our doorsteps-that is, for those of us who have not seen these villains in our villages. Yet we shudder as we feel them in the Land. And we ask, why? Surely all Heaven must be urging You to reveal Your fiery sword! Once again, go out with our armies, go ahead of us! Then we will sing as we hear the rushing sound of Your mighty chariots moving the very earth to save Your beloved.

Yes it is true, we have not followed Your Covenant—maybe we don’t know how! But we have come home to learn and we look to You to arise and save us now.

But still, the sound of the pillaging of our towns, the shrieks from the murders of our innocent children and the screams of our bloodied infants’ and their mother’s sobs; the rest of our people have heard and many have risen to come and fight alongside.

And You Oh Master of the Universe, You must be here as well. But how long will You wait? We need to feel Your Presence, hear Your Voice, see Your movements, and our soldiers need Your strength. May we sing as Israel sung on the far bank of the Sea of Reeds when we saw Pharaoh’s army drowned and washed up on the shore! But to sing we need to hear Your footsteps ever so faint and the sound of the Shofar as we march into battle to retake our land and lay waste those who desire to hurt us! May we raise our heads on High to witness Your Mighty Sword go forth as lightning so that our weapons may rest at our sides and our Shabbats may be as never before, true Shabbats of Shalom!