Behind The Walls

Behind the walls,

lies wait,

a beautifully colored gold, white, and brown city.

Even your wilderness is beautiful.

As beautiful as you are,

it is hard to imagine,

how you make so much noise.

Your sky is always blue.

Like fine wine,

you age with beauty.

Your inhabitants are so kind,

and yet you are always ready to fight.

Why do others hate you so?

I often wonder.

Your name is made known.

You are above every other city,

yet nowhere near Heaven.

Thank you, Oh Lord.

Praise you, Oh Lord.

for blessing us with this land.

Behind the walls to others,

is a beautiful city called Jerusalem.

Behind the walls of Jerusalem,

is everybody else.

Someday, beautiful city,

Someday