Take a walk with me, down the streets of Jerusalem, where our Savior, touched the blind man, from birth, the dusty streets, echo softly, voices from the past, the throngs that followed, to be free, at last.
See the temple, where the people, were selling their wares, see the hurt on our Master's face, for they had truly, made His Father's house, a den of thieves, instead of His house of prayer.
I see the crowd gathered around the woman, holding stones, in their hands, I see Jesus, drawing in the sand, I hear His words, are you without sin?
I see the day, crowds were screaming, as He carried His cross, up calvary's hill, shouting crucify Him, I see a Savior, that was willing, to
die for this world, to save us, from all our sins,
Who bore stripes, on His back. for our healing, as well.
Take a walk down the streets of Jerusalem, I see an empty tomb, the rock rolled away, I know that now, our Lord is living, interceding for us today.
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