As he approached Jerusalem and saw the city, he wept over it
Luke 19:41 (NIV)
Looking over the whole city he weeps.
He sees the poor leadership
And the poor who pay the price.
He sees the bad decisions in the past
And the consequences in the future.
He sees behind the closed doors
To see the brokenness and pain,
The abuse, the anxiety and the abject hopelessness.
He sees behind the closed hearts and minds
To see the brokenness and pain,
To see the brokenness and pain,
The self-loathing and self-seeking.
He sees those who are blind and deaf;
Those who have no power, or will,
To help themselves.
He sees those hungering
While others feast;
Hungering for food, for recognition,
For justice, for peace.
He sees the lost, the lonely,
He sees the lost, the lonely,
Those longing for embrace.
He sees the walls that are there to protect,
Perpetuating the problem,
The division, the defensiveness.
He sees the priests and professional prophets,
Pious worshipers and pilgrims
Celebrating days gone by.
He sees sheep without a shepherd.
He sees the whole city
And he weeps.
He sees the whole city,
He sees the whole city
And he weeps.
He sees the whole city,
The healed city,
Where open wounds
Have become silvered scars.
Where open sewers
Have become life giving streams.
Where the pain of the past
Where the pain of the past
No longer prompts fear for the future.
Where everyone feels at home,
Has a home, has hope.
Where the eyes of the blind are opened;
Where hearts and minds are opened;
Where doors are left unlocked
And walls are no longer needed.
Where hunger is unknown.
Where everyone feels known,
Where hearts and minds are opened;
Where doors are left unlocked
And walls are no longer needed.
Where hunger is unknown.
Where everyone feels known,
Where priests and pastors
And prophets are redundant.
Where police and doctors
and nurses are unnecessary.
Where worship is not a specialist subject
Of a faithful few in particular places,
But is as natural as breathing.
And prophets are redundant.
Where police and doctors
and nurses are unnecessary.
Where worship is not a specialist subject
Of a faithful few in particular places,
But is as natural as breathing.
Where the sacrificial lamb
has become the shepherd.
He sees the whole city,
And there is no more weeping.
He sees the whole city,
And there is no more weeping.
Selah
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