Jerusalem: City where the Prophets died
a martyr’s death, at frightened unbelieving hands.
The prophet’s sin? They spoke God’s message without fear.
And you thought you were doing God a favor. So
you killed to drown the words that rang within your ear.
Jerusalem: City of the Lord Jesus Christ.
The Rose of Sharon, wandered through your cobbled streets.
Spoke in your Temple, as a boy of twelve. Forthright-
words of grace and wisdom fell from His youthful lips,
amazing learned priests, who listened to His Scripts.
Jerusalem (City that your Holy God still loves)
Where the lily of the Valley, was betrayed
in the Garden of Gethsemane, while He prayed!
This man, just thirty-three, the Virgin Mary’s heir,
was crucified beside your busy thoroughfare.
Jerusalem: City of the Holy Spirit.
Pilgrims come to “walk-the-walk” your Messiah took,
up the Via Dolorosa; the street, with tortured breath.
On this cobbled street, where His followers come to pray;
People shriek their wares, where once they screamed ‘Crucify’.
Jerusalem: City of Christ crucified.
Commercialism spreads its curse from church to church.
On ‘Holy sites’ where once He preached, they claim!
Selling, hawking, peddling icons, baubles, trinkets –
Still, you dishonor Father’s House with mammon’s shame!
Jerusalem: City over which He wept.
‘Twas thus, because He saw, that through the present,
past and future, you learned, zilch, as years have fled.
You’re still a tree without a fig to serve your Lord.
“Peace, you cry. We’ve suffered much.”
True, and so has He.