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HOLY LAND PILGRIMS This is thirsty land, Strewn with rocks and stones, Layer upon layer Of faith and truth, Told by relics and holy ruins. This is blood soaked ground Fed when ancient armies Fought at Megiddo; There knights and martyrs Shed life for new beliefs. This is fertile soil Where twisted olive trees, Millenia old, Cast kindly shade Upon the Son of God. This is well-trodden shore. Here pilgrims gather I and others, Following footsteps Left behind,long before. |
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