Weeping For Jerusalem

One time, Yahshua stood on a hill
Overlooking the city He walked in,
Lived in, worked in, played in, and He saw it
And all of the people in it, those who did not know,
And He was weeping, weeping for Jerusalem.

Today, I stood in my classroom,
The classroom I've taught in
Worked in, played in, and I saw it,
All of the people, who did not know
And I felt like weeping, weeping for Jerusalem.

There is a girl who thinks she is special
Only when there is a boy to tell her so,
A boy who thinks he's unworthy,
Because no one has time for him,
A girl who thinks it's her job
To take care of her family--even though she's only twelve.
And one girl has never even known what it's like
To be safe and loved and warm in the night
To her, what does it even look like to be free?
She's never seen, she does not know.

So I am weeping, weeping for Jerusalem
Waiting, waiting for full redemption
And as the bride I say, "Come!"
Oh, Yahweh come! Come and save Jerusalem.

He stood on the hill and longed to gather His people,
He longed to wrap them in His arms and His being,
In their identity,
And keep the safe and loved and warm in the light
To set them free to be alive
So on the cross He went and died
To stop the weeping, weeping for Jerusalem.

So I am hopeful and able and so very grateful
Grateful that He was so faithful
In His weeping for Jerusalem
In His redemption of Jerusalem
In the joy set before us all, because of the cross
There is joy for Jerusalem.