O Jerusalem
The city that kills prophets.
O Jerusalem.
And stones those prophets.

How often would I have gathered.
Your children together.
As by a hen her brood is gathered.
Together.

You were not willing.
Your house is forsaken.
Are we willing.
Lest we be forsaken.

We are not Jerusalem.
But we are the heirs of Jerusalem.

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O Jerusalem
We cry, are you forsaken
Are we forsaken

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See Luke 13: 31-35