Naschon
I’ll step into the red waters;
I’ll soak my feet in guiltless blood,
Screaming,
Hold, hold, hold,
Hold me to what’s holy, and I’ll do the rest.
I’ll feel the sea salt prickle my toes,
And look across the horizon to my home,
Calling,
Hold, hold, hold,
Hold me to what’s holy, and I’ll do the rest.
I’ll breathe in the air of sand and sea,
The air of hope and faith,
Praying,
Hold, hold, hold,
Hold me to what’s holy, and I’ll do the rest.
I’ll take the hand of the young mother,
And that of the old man,
Whispering,
Hold, hold, hold,
Hold me to what’s holy, and I’ll do the rest.
I’ll take the first step, toward Zion,
Toward Jerusalem,
Praising,
Hold, hold, hold,
Hold me to what’s holy, and I’ll do the rest.
