Jerusalem's Cry

A broken vessel,

Not fit for the master's use

Was down there in the rubble,

Buried in all my trouble

But I cried out, Is there not

A prophet in the land

Who will go before

Us to fight for Jerusalem?

Then with one foot on land and

The other one on the sea

You came with shoutings of grace

And revealed my true destiny.

So here I am Lord on my knees

Asking for strength just one touch from thee

I cannot sing your songs

down there in Babylon

So I'm gonna fight with sword in hand

The Lord God of hosts is in command

I'll not let you go Father, I'll fight

till all my breeches are mended

Bride of Christ, I know sometimes

You lose your battle cry

But now in this cycle,

Watch all your mountains crumble

Mix the anointed word with faith,

Apply the blood it's the only way

Our gates must be fortified as

We feast on bread and wine

No more room for sin,

Resisting power flows from within

And we'll go marching with shoutings

Of victory as we head to glory.

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