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He Wept
The Majesty of Heaven, the eyes of the One Who Sees
Beheld the Chosen City, and, He wept for these
Tears not for Himself, but shed for the ones He loved
All Heaven poured out in that Gift, was it not enough?
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
You kill the prophets and stone them
Sent to tell you My desire
To hold you close to Me
Jerusalem
The Willing Heart of Heaven
The love of the One Who Died
Beheld the Chosen City, and for her He cried
Tears not for Himself, but shed for the one He loved
All Heaven poured out in that Gift, was it not enough?
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
You kill the prophets and stone them
O, My children, gather near,
Come, shelter under My wings, Jerusalem !
Daughters of Jerusalem,
Weep for you and your children
But, do not weep for Me
Daughters of Jerusalem,
Weep for you and your children
But, do not weep for Me
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
You kill the prophets and stone them
Sent to tell you My desire
To hold you close to Me
Jerusalem
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
You kill the prophets and stone them
O, My children, gather near,
Come, shelter under My wings, Jerusalem !
Jerusalem, Jerusalem…….
Written by Kim Clarke & Marcha William
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