In memory of the lives lost in Israel on October 7, 2023.
"Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die."
-Mary Elizabeth Frye
This land is mine
God gave this land to me
This brave and ancient land to me.
And when the morning song reveals her hills and plains
And I see a land where children can run free.
So take my hand
And walk this land with me.
And walk this golden land with me.
Though I am just a man
when you are by my side
With the help of God
I know I can be strong.
To make this land our home
If I must fight
I'll fight to make this land our home
Until I die
this land is mine.
So take my hand
And walk this land with me
And walk this golden land with me.
To make this land our home
If I must fight
I'll fight to make this land our home
Until I die
This land is mine.
This Land Is Mine
Songs Of Israel
Marty Goetz
(2003)


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