(Luke 13:31-35 – RLB 9/9/23)

O, Jerusalem, Jerusalem. O, how you were just like me!
Going your own way, doing your own thing, blind, unable to see.
God’s pursuit of you, was hoping you’d turn, and look toward him.
But, you chose to turn away, and never heard him call you friend.

Was it past mistakes, of angry  burst, when things didn’t go your way?
Or walls you install, when you do not like, what the scriptures say?
What ever the reason, God never gives up. Heart, you feel His prick?
He longs to gather you under His wing, as a hen protects her chicks.

O, Jerusalem, Jerusalem.There is no question, I am just like you.
My sins killed your prophets and stoned your massagers, true.
But many times you have tried to tell me, “I want to let that go!
And sacrificed my son to die on a cross, all because I love you so.”

O, Jerusalem, Jerusalem! Please allow me, to bring you into my house.
Look, your house is abandoned, and you, are without a real spouse.
Please do not wait, until it is too late, and you miss your great reward.
Saying, “Blessings on the one, who comes, in the name of the Lord!”