Zion.

You were chosen;

Dizzy on the inside,

As you travelled,

From afar.

You were stubborn;

Quasi-honouring,

Sometimes distracted,

Foregoing stars.

You were forgiven;

Some busy on their own,

But your interceders' prayers,

Reached up to God's throne.

You are forgiven;

Think, speak, see honest things,

From repentance onwards,

For Jesus is your King.

You are looked after;

Crazy onslaughts,

Plagues and droughts,

But very much alive still.

You are loved;

Prophecy on point;

Reinstituted, thriving,

On top of God's Hill.