Thank you for listening to Servants for Christ. And all that we do and all that we say, we want to give glory and honor to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Thank you for tuning us in as we get into the wonderful Word of God. For the next few minutes, let's take the beautiful Word of God and share it with each and every one of you as we have a sense of anticipation to take the Word of God and to listen to its truth for each and every one. as I begin to share some poetry that I wrote when I was in Israel in 2008. It was Saturday, April the 5th, 2008, the 29th of Adar, 5768 of the Hebrew calendar. I call this poem, The City of Promise. It was inspired by looking at the ancient walls and the stones of Jerusalem. I thought of Isaiah 66, verse 23. And it shall come to pass that from one new moon to another and from one Sabbath to another shall all flesh come to worship before me, saith the Lord. And then Psalms 137, verse five. If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. And then I begin to write the poem as those ancient walls and stones of Jerusalem begin to bring it out. I call this City of Promise. I walk beneath the ancient stone where prophets' voices once had grown, and whispers, echoes through the years of promises through pain and tears. The city stands both proud and worn, a place of hope of death reborn. Here, every stone bears witness still to God's own hand, his sovereign will. And I stand within this sacred space, feeling the pulse of God's embrace, a city bound by ancient grace, Jerusalem, our holy place. you