Be Happy Hagai

Even from Babel we've been separated, into Thou house, up to the hill, we will embark. O Zerubbabel, how we don’t want to feel a dry seasons, a hot weather; times when our barley field, olive trees, and vineyard give me an empty wagon, none in your hand. And you, Joshua, it’s happened because we want to see happy faces, a fertile land with herds of cattle, a deer, and our children are running around, climb up your highland, into Thou house. So, with all Babel’s ruins and debris, we’ll arise! 2009