Thursday, 10/27/16
The scene of Jesus weaping
over Jerusalem makes us suspect he is crying over us. It is like John Donne’s “Send
not to find for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.”
We often refer to Revelation 21:
12-14 where the gates of the heavenly Jerusalem bear the names of the twelve
sons of Jacob, while the twelve course of stones in the foundation bear the
names of the twelve Apostles. Let’s recite “The Holy City.”
Last night I lay a sleeping,
I had a dream so fair, I stood in old Jerusalem, beside the temple there.
I heard the children singing,
and ever as they sang, me thought the voice of angels from heaven in answer rang.
But then the scene began to
change, the streets no longer rang, and hushed were the glad Hosannas the
little children sang.
The night was dark with
mystery, the morn was lone and chill. as the shadow of a cross arose upon a
lonely hill.
The shadow of a cross arose
upon a lonely hill.
But then again, the scene was
changed, new earth there seemed to be. I saw the Holy City rise beside that tide
less sea.
The light of God was in the
streets, the gates were open wide. And all who would might enter, and no one was
denied.
It was the new Jerusalem that
will not pass away.
It was the new Jerusalem that
will not pass away
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up
your gates, and sing, Hosanna in the highest. Hosanna for ever more
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