Pastor Jeffress prayer was beautiful.
Amen! God bless Israel! God bless the USA! God bless President Trump!
No Dems in attendance, they are again on the wrong side of history.
Proud supporter of President Trump and Israel! He keeps his promises and is not a weasel like those before him.
Praise God!
I tried to watch it on BBC ,OMG BBC is so full of it ,can’t be more Muslim .One big mouth said Trump will change his mind and move it back ,LOL what a fool
Well, I just listened to Boccherini’s Stabat Mater, so I had trouble with the “special music” number.
A good song by Barry and Batya Segal for today.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAPeqi9C1m4&list=RDYAPeqi9C1m4&t=39
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I just tuned in to hear most of Jarod’s speech, it was terrific.
Security at the Embassy must be unreal.
Big smile on Dershowitz
I don’t think this plays into Bible prophesy, but it sure points to it.
Waited all my life for this day.
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They came from far in leaky boats
That wind and canvas slowly led.
A dyer and a dyers son
Were all who met them, rest long gone.
Rebuild, restore, revive and plant
600 years of fruitful trees.
My roof is letting in the wet
And I owe last months mortgage yet.
I have no wings.
Im anchored down.
O, make me light as ocean winds.
My feet are here. My heart is there,
Where weary spirits spring up new,
Rebuilt, restored, revived and strong
From ancient soil thats ever-young.
Black smoke rose from the death-scorched land
Where skeletons were forced to march
In lines that led to murder rooms,
Where strangers seized a last embrace,
Were brothers in the chimney tops.
The few remaining traveled home,
Where none of them had ever been.
Our wife, the Land, was put-upon
By suitors keen to take our place,
Her brave sons silenced by brute strength.
The faithful land outlasts them all,
And now I hear her siren call.
O, give me wings to fly away.
O, make me light as light of day.
My hands and feet are tied too fast
To win free of this wooden mast.
It anchors me, but I still hear,
While others work with wax-filled ears.
To them the day precedes just night,
Which brings another day as bright
As that before, and then one more.
O, give me wings to fly away.
O, make me free as boundless waves.
My youthful hopes still fill my sight
Like dancing, flashing Northern Lights.
But they lie East, behind the dawn
In land I must set foot upon
To truly see and feel and know.
And where my heart is, there Ill go.