Is God's will a whispered thing,
Just what we want our hearts to sing?
For Israel's leaders, strong and bold,
Some see a story to be told.
Of promises, a land reborn,
A nation blessed, a new day's morn.
But others see a different light,
Of wrongs committed, day and night.
Of lives disrupted, peace denied,
Where suffering and sorrow hide.
Is justice served? Is mercy shown?
Or is God's voice selectively known?
The sacred texts, they twist and turn,
With lessons heard, and yet to learn.
Compassion clashes, claims arise,
Reflecting faith in different eyes.
So who is right? And who is wrong?
The answer echoes, all along.
God's will, it seems, a blurry view,
A question asked by me for you.
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