I hear Jerusalem crying;
Their tears shed are as drops of blood.
Brave sons of Jerusalem dying,
While the desert brings forth her new bud.
There are roses blooming in the desert
And a stillness envelopes all around -
A burst of new hope for My people
While death claims another brave son
To the ground.
"Hush, listen, O' daughter of Zion,
To the faint sound of distant drum.
Your wilderness journey awaits you;
Come to Jerusalem, come!
Be still, O' daughter of Zion,
Hear My voice, take hold of My hand.
Soon you'll be crossing that great river,
Home towards the Promised L

[Published August 27, 1998 in The Jerusalem Post Daily Internet Edition]
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by Eva