He took me to the top of a high mountain and showed me Jerusalem.
It had all the radiant glory.
We can sing to this city a glorious anthem.
Containing our manifold story.

When I fly over the city I gaze down on on the glittering golden Dome of the Rock.
When I sit in the Garden of Gethsemene I see its towering ramparts.
Here Jew, Christian, and Muslim should be in lock.
Praising the same God, uniting our hearts.

Here Jesus walked.
Here the prophets taught.
Home of mosque, church, and temple where the spirit knocked.
Destroyed at least twice, written about in countless lines, here is ultimate truth sought.

Why can we not live together there in peace.
All conflict to cease.