2. Jerusalem
Being held out here in exile
Told to wait, it’s been a long while
Sing the song of the wronged and out of place
Promised land becoming mobile
Want the now and get the meanwhile
Sing the psalms of the charmed and held below
Oh when Jerusalem calls
I feel I must answer
Give her my all
All washed up demoted servile
Bonds and bruises tightened tensile
Sing the pain of the chained and insecure
Getting used to this low profile
Out of sight and out of lifestyle
Sing for us, make no fuss, ’cos we’re not here
Though I walk through the shadow
Of the valley of death
Yet will I fear no evil
Surely goodness and mercy
Shall follow me
All the days of my life
When will I see you at last?