JERUSALEM, MY BRIDE
by Eva
"JERUSALEM, hear Me, captive daughter,
My chosen one to take the blame, I've heard your cries.
My gates are opened wide, come back to Me again.
It's you I've married, come back to Me this night.
Through the years, a cross you have carried;
Mocked and scourged, no hope left in sight.
Only be it known it's you I have married.
Come back to Me, come back to Me this night!
Yes, through the years, a cross you have carried;
Mocked and scouraged, no hope left in sight.
Only be it known it's you I have married.
Come back to Me, come back to Me this night -
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JERUSALEM!"
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Published September 13, 1998
The Jerusalem Post Daily Internet Edition