Lyrical Riffs As Jesus neared Jerusalem his heart fractured
‘How long I’ve been waiting to draw my people close to me …’
As he told his tales of the kingdom
As he washed the feet of his friends
As he rode into Jerusalem, a humble king
As he spent energy on the lowly and unloved
‘How long I’ve been waiting to draw my people close to me …’
As he reached out to the oppressed and the oppressors
As he went willingly with those who had come to arrest him
As he stood before the powerful men of his day
As he offered his hands to those unmerciful nails
‘How long I’ve been waiting to draw my people close to me …’
As the terror of isolation gripped the core of his being
As he threw his head to the skies and gasped his last
As he woke from death and the earth shuddered
As he walked back into the lives of others
‘How long I’ve been waiting to draw my people close to me …’
As he prays for us each and every day
As he looks on the world, wrestling and broken
As he hears the cries of a battered creation
As he waits for us to lift our eyes to him
‘How long I’ve been waiting to draw my people close to me …’
As Jesus neared Jerusalem his heart fractured
‘How often I’ve longed to gather my people together
As a hen gathers her brood under her wings…’
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