Yerushaliyim

To forget You

Fire would come from my tongue

To forget You

My right hand would forget what to do.

Traveled this journey blind

For I knew You not.

Fought along the way, 

For Your knowledge did not possess me.  

Found myself at Your Gates,

Fallen to my knees. 

For though I did not know You, 

You knew me. 

In that moment

All was forgiven.

In that moment

All was known.

In a moment,

And just like that,

It was gone. 

What remained was connection.

A link to the Past,

To the Present, 

To the Future,

To mySELF.

And the Promise

Of Grace.

Yerushaliyim, if I forget You,
Let fire come from my tongue.
Yerushaliyim, if I forget You,
Let my right hand forget
What it’s supposed to do.