Hans-Guenter PahlWilhelmshaven - Germany |
STRANGER IN YOUR MIDSTAnd felt a strange affection My little eyes were filled with tears My soul would burn in anger and objection Oh how I felt the dreadful pain I felt so powerless and broken Like sheep and catle were they slain The Jewish Nation's precious token No mercy for a mother's begging, crying No mercy for a child's silent plea Oh Lord, their fate was torturous dying Their fearful eyes they seemed to look at me Their helpless glances witness bore And born was my conviction To search for peace and not for war For love and not affliction I set ashore my eager feet With Judah was I bound to dwell Inside of me would grow the seed The truth I sought, was quenched at David's well My destiny for long was sealed Not always was it clear envisioned To labor in this fruitful field Was I at last commissioned The circle wil be closing soon Rejoice, oh my beloved nation The air is filled with an etrnal tune Oh hearken ye, in marv'lous expectation A stranger in your midst I'd come For this has been my great desire With you I'm one, my peopl'e son For you my heart caught fire.... Hans-Guenter Gil Pahl - Feb. 1977 |