O Land of Creation, 
Where the breath of the Lord
Swept over the valleys and carried His Word,
Where the earth and the dust felt the steps of the King,
And the Creator dwelt among every living thing.
Here the Living God walked, and humanity saw
The Maker of Heaven, inspiring our awe.


Though the shadows of conflict and echoes of war
Have battered the borders and pounded the shore,
The miracles stand, uncorrupted and grand,
Woven deep in the soul of this sanctified land.
The rockets may roar and the sirens may cry,
But they cannot dictate to the earth or the sky.


In the brisk winds of March, 
What glad tidings we heard,
That no battle could halt the great flight of the Israeli birds!
Through the corridors of heaven, above the loud fray,
A million winged pilgrims continued their way.


The painted crowned hoopoe, with a crest of pure gold,
Flies over the mountains, majestic and bold.
The snowy-winged storks on the thermals arise,
While the pelicans plunge under sapphire skies.
The trumpeting cranes sing a song in the air,
A chorus of freedom, a joy beyond compare.


In the Land of Creation, where morning first broke,
The animals of Genesis thrive as God spoke.
At the great zoo of Israel, we marvel to see
The creation of scripture, breathing bold and free.


Where the springs of Ein Gedi cascade down the stone,
King David once wandered, where God's glory shone.
He watched the sweet gazelle and the swift mountain deer,
Pant hard for the brooks that flow crystal and clear.


“As the deer pants for the water brooks, so pants my soul for You, O God.” Psalms 42:1


In the clefts of these canyons, where the cool waters trod,
The grand Nubian ibex still leaps on the heights,
And the rock hyrax basks in the golden sunlight.


It was in the halls of a great Oxford writing class,
Preparing for exams that I purposed to pass,
My professor unveiled how a storyline flows,
Tactful and wise, from the experience she knows.


With Penguin Books classics she penned through the years,
She shared writing tools that enlightened my ears.
For I seek true authenticity, genuine and bold,
Collecting rare texts from global libraries of old.
In her classroom I gathered the skills I now need,
For the stories I write and the books that succeed.


For my units, she gave us a text on the core
Of story and structure, revealing much more.
It taught how The Lion King, timeless and grand,
Is the story of Moshe who followed command.


When young Simba fled to the quiet terrains,
He mirrored young Moshe, where providence reigns.
He grew to a lion, brave, noble, and free,
And found his Zipporah in the vast canopy.


As Nala discovered him hidden away,
She urged him to save them, to return to the fray.
Just as Zipporah stood by Moshe’s great side,
Nala challenged the king who had chosen to hide.


When Simba returned to confront the cruel Scar,
The echo of Scripture resounded:
Like Moses to Pharaoh, demanding the foe,
With a roar from the heavens: "Let My people go!"


What an amazing film, a majestic display,
A timeless classic that inspires courage in the hero's journey.


Our hearts leap with joy as we plan for this year,
To cross over the oceans, to draw ourselves near!
We are coming to witness the joy of this space in Israel,
To breathe in the Holy Spirit on sacred ground surrounded by nature.
We embark on a Devotional Safari of blessing,
Where the pages of scripture will come into sight.


We will walk where the prophets and patriarchs trod,
In the radiant, breathing kingdom of God.
Undeterred by the trials, unbroken by fear,
They lived a victorious blessed life in Israel.


We rejoice in the life that is always flourishing there—
Looking out to the hills beneath heaven’s great blue,
For the Lion of Judah, who makes all things new.


Enjoy the Lion King movie clip!