Who prays for the Daughters of David

This one is still a progressive work, but I wanted to express some thoughts about meeting some people on my journeys.
And I know, the meter is a bit off, as is the rhyming sequence. I call it free form-ish
And I know, it's usually son's of David and daughters of Zion.
It's irony.
Try to hear what it is saying:



We've all heard the story

time and again

Of the wayward one that ran from the fold.

And how God intervened

To keep them safe and bring them back 

Before they grew too old

And all through those years

They knew in their heart

That someone had kept them in prayers that were constant 

 and prayers that were bold.

We should pray for the peace of Jerusalem

Jerusalem Shel Zahav,  Jerusalem of Gold

Shalu Shalom Yerushslyem 

Or that is what we are told

And then, perhaps, God's spirit will revisit that land

And maybe warm the hearts that, for so many years

have grown so very cold.

But I  will continue to wonder,

Perhaps until I am old,

Who prays for the Daughters of David and the Sons of Zion

With a name that can be told

And who remembers not the place, but the person, 

And asks that they find the peace

That can neither be bought nor sold.

When your knee hits the floor

 whose plight do you remember, 

whose story do you uphold

With your hands lifted high,

when you utter a sigh,

for that blessed City of Gold 

Do remember a friend from the land they are in, 

And ask on behalf of that one specific heart 

that God alone can remold?