The Pride Of Israel by Brendan Annandale

The Pride Of Israel

My people unite under steeples, no phone but i call them amazing
I don't call them friends I call them family because to me its the same thing
these people need no hope.. they have a faith unseen by most
and if you think you even pray half as hard trust me you aren't even close
they're a hell of a bunch, if you think i'm apologizing for saying that sorry i'm not
because they believe whole heartedly in the glory of god
they always go against evil, there's no one that's equal
because Israel is God and Jesus's chosen people
the way they stand up for each other inspires me, they're who I try to be,
like, and some of the only people today who are even nice to me
i couldn't express how much in debt I feel to my second family,
they sheltered me under loves canopy, even when my mom could never handle me
they fought for me when my own city treated me like next to nothing
they agree that i'm the second coming, holy smokes may god bless that country
their women are as beautiful as anything I've ever seen in my life,
if beauty was in the eyes of the beholder they could hypnotize me with their eyes
they respect themselves, and you can tell by the way that they dress themselves
that they have confidence in Christ, and that keeps them connected well
there relationship with god, is as close as can get, mighty men
they're righteous men who live a life of zen, and will only stop fighting if Christ submits