The Cross Still Stands in Palestine V3

Once in Bethlehem He lay,
Now walls rise high to bar the way.
Churches stand with doors shut tight,
Beneath the force of power’s might.

Israel claim the land, they claim the right,
Yet still we pray through endless night.
Torn from homes, stripped of grace,
Tell me, who will take their place?

Oh, the cross still stands in Palestine,
Though Israel tanks roll through the ancient vine.
The voices cry, their pleas ignored,
Left to grieve what once was stored.

Where olives swayed, the walls now grow,
And peace is lost where rivers flow.
Golgotha’s hill, where hope had shone,
Now bears the weight of hearts alone.

Israel seize the wells, they dim the light,
Yet still we pray through endless night.
Torn from homes, stripped of grace,
Tell me, who will take this place?

Oh, the cross still stands in Palestine,
Though Israel drones now haunt the starry line.
The voices rise, their cries remain,
Mourning loss through endless pain.

Still we gather, still we kneel,
Still our prayers cut through the steel.
Faith won’t break, though land is lost,
They can never steal the cross.

Oh, the cross still stands in Palestine,
Though the world turns and shuns the sign.
Blood may spill, but truth won’t fade,
Justice comes—it won’t be swayed.