Up to Jerusalem

Standing at the edge of truth, shadows in the light

Whispers of the coming storm, fears that fill the night

He walks through ancient streets, destined to unfold

Promises of grace and pain, stories yet untold

Hands will turn to stone, hearts will break and bend

Ancient as the hills, where stories never end

Eyes that see through storms, voices calling out

Fading echoes of the past, doubts and hope throughout

We’re going up to Jerusalem, caught in the tide of destiny

Walking the road of sorrow, seeking the mystery

Held by shadows, driven by faith’s dim light

We march on through the darkness, into the night

Mocked and spit upon, yet silent in the rain

Chains of suffering bind, yet love remains

Flogging under the weight, death’s cold whisper near

But hope dances softly, whispering clear

He bears the weight of worlds, grace in every step

Turning pain to victory, tears that have been wept

We’re going up to Jerusalem, caught in the tide of destiny

Walking the road of sorrow, seeking the mystery

Held by shadows, driven by faith’s dim light

We march on through the darkness, into the night

In the shadow of the cross, a promise shines so bright

From the depths of despair, emerges the eternal light

So we journey on, with hope and love in sight

Up to Jerusalem, toward the dawn’s first light