JERUSALEM

Birthday cakes don’t make me feel old, full time jobs don’t tie me down.

Sway back mules aren’t made to be sold, and little girls never frown.

All roads are made to be traversed. Peace is just resolved mayhem.

Waves of the sea can’t be reversed, so, I’m off to Jerusalem.

Can’t slide when the banister ends, can’t play hide and seek alone.

If all these truths are just more trends, what’s the use of tap’n a phone?

When the carpet dries, give a call, but don’t cry out “crucify Him”.

Where are you in the mirrored hall? I’m headed to Jerusalem.

Crazy words in a crazy world? No sense in any of them.

Like we’re caught in a mighty swirl, so let’s head to Jerusalem.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, a city I can’t figure.

The flowing river we swim, that grows smaller not bigger.

Into my life it rose to me, this city of love and peace.

From my heart I give to thee, a story of eternal feast.

For Jesus came to thee for me, as olive trees grow new limbs.

And the summer is to the tree, like Christ is to Jerusalem.

So hear and know this, you city, that Christ is your Messiah.

Accept Him or know no pity, fulfilled is the prophet Isaiah.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, God’s Word brought forth one last time.

Hearts must ask Jesus into them, or pay evermore, sins crime.

For me the story must be told, that Jesus died for all sin.

Then rose to a city of gold, that’s why I’m headed to Jerusalem.

I’ve got to see where God’s great word will have knees bow to His Son.

On every ear His name be heard, for Jesus is back in Jerusalem.

Selah

_{Headed To Jerusalem by Ronhales} Matthew 21:10-11