Jerusalem — Where My Prayers Came Alive

I walked through gates

of ancient stone,

Where prophets wept

and seeds were sown.

The wind still whispers

sacred flame, Yerushalayim

calls my name.

From shattered walls

to rising praise,

Through exile nights

and promised days,

Every tear

the stones have cried

Echoed hope

that never died.

For every promise

Heaven gave,

Still burns within this

city brave.

Jerusalem — where my prayers came alive,

Where heaven and earth began to collide.

Here in Your courts my heart revived,

Jerusalem — where my prayers came alive.

From Zion’s hill Your glory shines,

A covenant written through all time.

Here I stand with arms open wide — Jerusalem,

where my prayers came alive.

I pressed my hands

against the wall,

Felt generations

in its call. Abraham’s faith,

David’s song,

The place where we have

longed so long.

Through fire, sword,

and scattered years,

Through whispered Shma

soaked in tears,

Still the Lion

roars inside,

Hope of Messiah

glorified. The city of the Great King stands,

Held forever in Your hands.

If I forget you,

let me fall, For you are written on my soul.

Out of the dust You will arise,

Bride adorned before His eyes.

Peace will flow like rivers wide,

Nations streaming to Your light.

From broken stones to throne above,

Jerusalem — restored in love.

Jerusalem — where my prayers came alive,

Where heaven and earth began to collide.

Here in Your courts my heart revived,

Jerusalem — where my prayers came alive.

From Zion’s hill Your glory shines,

A covenant written through all time.

Here I stand with arms open wide — Jerusalem,

where my prayers came alive.

Jerusalem… my heart’s desire,

City of prayer, holy fire.

Where every promise will survive — Jerusalem… my prayers

alive.