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