I Will Leave For Jerusalem Soon Poem by M. A Heathcote

I will leave for Jerusalem soon.
Christ will save me.
The tide of the ocean calls my soul.
What more can I do?

What more can I be? Bless our souls
My heart is a desert flower, too.
I will leave for Jerusalem soon.
I will die there and arise there too.

Christ will save me.
I will die there soon, like a red rose.
Amongst the bright binding blinding light
Turning gold, tarnished but truly transposed

What more can I do?
I carry shackles, but I mean to break them.
And cut all brutal ties that bind me.
Making me make promises to false idols.

Lead us home; guide our souls, our spirits
Even blind animals
Can be guided in a flock
Led by him who'd give you his shoes.

Christ will save me; Christ will save us soon.
And all those who pray
To false idols
Blinded by evil will find a new way too

I will leave for Jerusalem soon.
Christ will save me.
Christ will lead and give us all
A heavenly manger in Bethlehem

One and all like wild animals.
We will die by the sword of this life.
But live again, singing.
Hymnal singing, amen.

Christ wore royal robes red as a rose
Do no evil, see no evil, hear no evil
Live not as animals
Christ will save me, us soon.

Do no evil, see no evil, hear no evil
Live not as animals
For one man will save you
From the omens of emptiness, amen

Amen, amen, amen
Guide our souls, rise again
Fallen Christ
Speak no evil, see no evil, hear no evil
Christ will save me and all of you fallen angels.

Guide our souls,
Be my shepherd once again
Amen, amen, amen
In Jerusalem, soon once again, amen.