What’s that land shrouded in darkness?
There we do not dare approach
That, the backwardest backwater
They, who know all men’s reproach
Do not taint yourself by touching
Perish thoughts of visits nigh
For no good thing comes from Naz’reth
And in Galilee all lie
Can such regions ever know peace?
In such people can hope grow?
Despised e’en by their countrymen
As lowest of the low.
Yet light bursts forth now upon them
In death’s shadow blazing bright
On the land beside the Jordan
O’er that people trapped in night
Bedazzled, now the cry comes,
“Nigh is Heaven’s realm: repent!”
Some will follow, sighted dwelling
While most grow to light resent.
Copyright Jonelle Liddell
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