I like how He boosts me up before throwing me down.
But it's okay. Kinda makes me love Him more. Kinda.
I might be in Israel so I dare not sleep,
While my neighbors and I are attacked oh so deep.
Rockets and missiles with noises to frighten,
Fires and lights that make the night brighten.
Children and grocers and teachers and men,
Must run when they hear the siren and then,
They pray with eyes shut but ears can't block out
The boom of loud terror and the shrieks all about.
United again from the enemy's hand,
War it may be but I see miracles land.