Ephratah

Bethlehem is way too small,
As part of all the cities;
A ruler to hear the call,
Of compassion that pities.

Because the future ruler,
Will be arriving for God;
And replacing the swayer,
That many honor and laud.

His origins have gone back,
To the far and distant past;
Days long ago when most lack,
Where dark shadows that were cast.

That is why He would forsake,
Israel until the time;
A birth a mother will make,
A child that will change crime.

Then the rest of the people,
Will be coming to the flock;
The child at the temple,
To reveal all in His talk.

He will lead with all His strength,
The noble name of the Lord;
To persist at any length,
Change others to one accord.

This child will be their peace,
That some invaded their land;
Their invasions will soon cease,
When the shepherd takes His stand.

The shepherd will save the sheep,
When they enter our land;
As our foes die in their sleep,
Cast into the barren sand.

Some of them among many,
Were like the dew from the Lord;
As righteous true and steady,
Remaining in one accord.

They put not their hope in man,
Rather more like a lion;
Stalking their prey with their clan,
Guarding their lair of Zion