The watchmen
John Clare Stokes
Sabbath sunrise where he once sat
sins weight upon his back
to rise and deliver the word
from empty chairs yet heard
Echoing words from the watchman
lifting up one voice
together they sang for joy
eye to eye they saw
the return of the Lord to Zion.
Sabbath sunset where I sit
sins weight pressing yet
rise up my son to find
eyes and eyes upon Zion
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