Olam Haba

The chosen people
The treasured
Trading in purple
Granted privileges
Led to a promised land, and
Found themselves burdened
To be low, to be brought down
To be hunted for their blessings
Tongues caught, cut out
Mid sentencing--
For true judgement would be next to come--
Learned to harden their words
Creating literature
Script to be handed out
Dispersed and integrated
Ensuring future generations
A code enshrining values
For all the people of earth

The chosen people
The treasured
Building kingdoms
On their backs, and
With their hands
Carrying the everlasting covenant
In their hearts
While they rise, and
While in decent
Upholding the commandments
Knowing their mission
Enduring each attack
Flourishing in the light of the Lord
As beggar and bourgeoisie
As citizen and exile
Facing blood libels, and
Crusades, the scapegoats
The target of those who hate

The chosen people
The treasured
In diaspora
Having no homeland
Carrying out their duties
Uplifting the human spirit
Influencing culture
Sharing sight, a gift
The path to knowing what's right
A guiding wind
Shaping the sand
Moving great distances
In time, continue
Breaking glass
Reflecting light back
Revealing the underbelly
We must not forget
The soul depends on us

The chosen people
The treasured
We remember the promise, and
Adhere to what's been taught
We respect the branches
Admire the delicate thought
We water the whole tree
Guarantee our roots thirst not
We give you this holy land
It is what God would want
For all his people
To join in the covenant
Both old and new
We are all God's children
B'Tzelem Elohim, B'nei Adam
One family, building
Olam haba
Manifesting through divine will
Heaven here on earth