Watchman, What Of The Night? Poem by Peter Eliastam

Let us not fall asleep again.
Let us acquit ourselves as men
Identified with Israel,
Whatever cost Your Word may spell.
Jerusalem is at the wall.
For her the wormwood and the gall.
We taste her terror on our tongues,
Draw breath with her into our lungs.
We are “in You” regenerate to share
With every Jew, Yeshua’s care,
Yeshua’s tears, Yeshua’s pain.
Let us not fall asleep again.

Let us repenting weep again.
Let this to them be latter rain,
Revelation of Messiah
Standing with them in the fire.
In their adversity, we pray
For Your compassion in this day,
Your godly fear, humility,
Your love, Your faith’s tranquillity.
On bended knees, request Your power,
Your great resources for this hour
When Armageddon numbs the brain.
Let us, repenting, weep again.

Let us Your Torah keep again,
Your promised treasure, Christ our gain.
Ransomed by His blood to be
United in the Olive Tree,
The wild branches of the Rock
Grafted into Israel’s stock.
Yeshua, with them all we mourn,
Our egos shorn, our garments torn.
If lakes of Jewish blood be shed,
Then for their sakes, for whom You bled,
Bleed us! Forgive our guilt and stain.
Let us Your Torah keep again.

Let us not fall asleep again.