"I will make you a great nation [Israel]; I will bless you and make your name great; and you shall be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and I will curse him who curses you; and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.” ~Genesis 12:2-3 NKJV Israel, God's chosen people in the land; Abraham, Issac, and Jacob's band, Now with enemies all shod With hatred's cold rod, Whose ill-wraught god Knows it naught; It is a facade That will crumble into sod, Sown then with seed; fruit of Yahweh's hand~ Israel, God's chosen people in the land.
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