| JERUSALEM, Broken city, Scattered people all around. Hear the ram's horn blowing, Sounding, Piercing hell's gate, Yet no sound. "Gather up, My precious daughter, Gather up and come to Me; For it's time to start your journey, And once again I'll part the sea. Give up North", Cries the Voice of Thunder, "Give up North and set them free, That they may journey to JERUSALEM, To JERUSALEM to worship ME!" |
| JOURNEY TO JERUSALEM by Eva |
| Published October 2, 1998 The Jerusalem Post Daily Internet Edition |
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