In ancient stones, a whispered psalm, Jerusalem, your story unfolds,
Where prophets walked and angels wept,
And sacred mysteries were held.
The golden sun kisses your walls,
As olive trees sway in reverence,
Their roots entwined with ancient tales,
Of faith, love, and divine providence.
Mount Zion stands, a sentinel,
Guarding secrets etched in time,
Where Solomon’s wisdom echoes still,
And pilgrims seek the sublime.
Through narrow alleys, cobbled streets,
The faithful tread, hearts intertwined,
Seeking solace, seeking grace,
In Jerusalem’s hallowed design.
The Western Wall, a tear-stained plea,
Carries prayers from every soul,
A bridge between the earthly and divine,
Where hope and history enthrall.
Jerusalem, city of prophets’ dreams,
Your stones sing songs of ages past,
May peace descend upon your gates,
And love forever hold you fast.
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