- God = Lightning (the divine essence)
- His voice = Thunder
- The people of Israel = Cloud
- The setting: Israel (Cloud) is hesitant, torn with fear and grief, while God (Lightning) speaks through His Voice (Thunder) urging them to stand firm and fight against terrorists who attack them with divine assurance and prophetic gravity.

[Stage dark, a low rumble of thunder. Israel (Cloud) is kneeling, hands covering face, trembling with grief. A single spotlight falls. The sound of Thunder rolls like a voice from the heavens.]
Thunder (booming, divine):
Israel… why do you falter?
Why tremble in despair?
Your enemies rise like shadows,
yet you bow beneath their glare.
Thunder (resonant, unshakable):
You mourn for sons and daughters slain,
you fear the sword, the fire, the chain.
But bodies break—
[sudden crack of thunder]
—the soul remains,
eternal through loss, through blood, through pains.
[Israel raises head slowly, eyes filled with anguish.]
Thunder (commanding):
I am God, the Lightning’s flame,
the Lord of Hosts, the Holy Name.
My voice is Thunder, fierce and true,
I speak, O Israel—
—I speak to you!
[Israel clutches heart, whispering, voice full of doubt.]
Israel (hesitant, breaking):
But Lord… how can we lift the sword?
How can we kill and still be Yours?
Will not the blood of brother stain?
Will not the innocent fall in vain?
Thunder (rolling, stern):
Your hand is mine, your fight is just,
I breathe through fire, I wield through dust.
The foe is cruel, the wicked rise,
they plot in darkness, with tongues of lies.
To shrink from war is to shroud My name,
to turn from truth is eternal shame.
Israel, rise—stand firm, stand tall,
for I am with you, Lord of All!
[Lightning flash shakes the stage. Israel grips a spear or symbolic weapon, still trembling.]
Thunder (measured, mighty):
Do not seek the spoils of strife,
do not cling to mortal life.
The harvest is Mine, the work is thine,
strike with strength—
[increasing power]
—by My design!
Thunder (slower, echoing like prophecy):
Be steady in sorrow, steadfast in pain,
unyielding in loss, unbroken in gain.
Like Zion’s mountain, like Jordan’s stream,
you are My people,
you are My dream.
[Silence. Then Thunder grows immense, cosmic, overwhelming.]
Thunder (roaring):
I am Lightning—the fire, the flame,
the storm, the silence, the source, the same!
I am the breath of the beating sun,
the Lord of Hosts,
—the Holy One!
Time am I—the ceaseless breath,
the womb of life, the wings of death.
Nations crumble, empires fall,
yet I remain—
[thunder cracks]
—the Lord of all!
[Israel rises to feet, voice shaking but growing louder.]
Israel (resolute, lifting arms):
Then make us the storm, O God of light,
make us Your sword, Your hand in the fight!
Guide us in justice, guard us with flame,
we fight, O Lord, in Your great name!
Thunder (triumphant, rolling across the stage):
Yes, Israel—rise! Take your stand!
You are the arrow in Lightning’s hand.
Do not falter, do not delay,
be the storm that clears the way!
Thunder (softer, reverent, almost tender):
Surrender, Israel—not in defeat,
but where mortal and Infinite meet.
Let Thunder speak, let Lightning guide,
and know My Spirit burns inside.
Thunder (final booming crescendo, echoing like judgment):
For when you rise,
and strike as one—
the battle is over—
the war is won!
[Lightning flash engulfs the stage. Sound of shofars (ram’s horns) blasts. Drumroll. Silence. Spotlight fades to black.]





