(A song for pilgrims on the road up to Zion.)
All of you
Living in a God-ward direction,
Living the life he gave you
In the way he gave it to be lived
Are living the sweet life.
You’ll sit down to a hard-earned meal
And soak in the sweetness
Of the life you’ve worked for.
Contented.
You’ll gaze at the beauty of your wife,
Mother of your children
Whose voices echo throughout your home.
Yes, this is the sweet life
That’s come to the man
Whose life orients him toward God.
May Yahweh pour out this sweet life on you
From his Zion home.
May Jerusalem itself flourish
All the days of your life.
May you lap be filled
With grandkids.
And may Israel enjoy peace.