Micah 4:8-10 And thou, O tower of the flock, the strong hold of the daughter of Zion, unto thee shall it come, even the first dominion; the kingdom shall come to the daughter of Jerusalem. [9] Now why dost thou cry out aloud? is there no king in thee? is thy counsellor perished? for pangs have taken thee as a woman in travail. [10] Be in pain, and labour to bring forth, O daughter of Zion, like a woman in travail: for now shalt thou go forth out of the city, and thou shalt dwell in the field, and thou shalt go even to Babylon; there shalt thou be delivered; there the Lord shall redeem thee from the hand of thine enemies. . . . . [13] Arise and thresh, O daughter of Zion: for I will make thine horn iron, and I will make thy hoofs brass: and thou shalt beat in pieces many people: and I will consecrate their gain unto the Lord, and their substance unto the Lord of the whole earth.
Why do you weep,
Daughter of Zion?
Have you forgotten who you are?
At the hem of your garment,
Cling the children of Israel,
Dare they see your tears?
Why do you cry out,
Daughter of Zion?
Your voice was created,
To put your enemy,
In his place,
Beneath your feet,
Far from the children,
You protect.
Let your tears be saved,
For intercession,
And your crying out,
To birth a new mission,
That your children,
Will take forth.
Forget not that you are birthed,
Of royalty.
A king and a priest.
Stand your station,
And raise your head high.
Forget not that you were birthed,
To counsel.
Prepared to call forth,
The promises and armies,
Of God.
Reclaim the territory,
Stolen by the enemy,
The cities and the lands,
That once were a testimony,
To the One true God.
Stand in faith,
And watch the evil,
Slither away,
As the hand of the Lord,
Forbids its sting.
Stand up,
Daughter of Zion,
With dignity
And righteous pride,
For what is yours.
Don’t let the momentary pain,
The enemy has wrought,
Overcome the truth,
Of who you are.
Stand up,
Daughter of Zion.
For into your hand,
Have I placed the hope,
Of the Nations.
Stand Up!
Linda J. Humes 