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30 x 40 oil on canvas

Yerushalayim Our Home

by: Mordechai Ben David

 

In a village near our home, works a carpenter alone.
He's been carving wood for years, shtenders shelves and chairs.
Daily buyers come and go, but there's one thing they don't know.
His thoughts, so far away, while waiting for a special day.

There is a dream a vision deep within his heart.
That he'll rebuild the Beis Hamikdash part by part.
Doing mitzvos, adding precious stones.
Our dream, our palace, Yerushalayim our home.
Yes, there's a dream a vision deep within his heart.
That he'll rebuild the Beis Hamikdash part by part.
Doing mitzvos, adding precious stones.
Our dream, our palace, Yerushalayim our home.

In a crumbling little home, lives a fiddler all alone.
His inheritance so dear, for many ancient years.
It's this instrument he holds, his great-grandfather he's told.
Would hurry off each day to the courtyards of Hashem to play.

There is a dream a vision deep within his heart.
That he'll rebuild the Beis Hamikdash part by part.
Doing mitzvos, adding precious stones.
Our dream, our palace, Yerushalayim our home.
Yes, there's a dream a vision deep within his heart.
That he'll rebuild the Beis Hamikdash part by part.
Doing mitzvos, adding precious stones.
Our dream, our palace, Yerushalayim our home.

(music)

On a mountain on a stone, sits mashiach all alone.
Suffering for years, from all our sins he bears.
While so painfully he cries, prayers piercing through the skies.
He's pleading with Hashem to take us all back home again.

Yes, there's a dream a vision deep within his heart.
That we'll rebuild the Beis Hamikdash part by part.
Doing mitzvos, adding precious stones.
Our dream, our palace, Yerushalayim our home.
Yes, there's a dream a vision deep within his heart.
That we'll rebuild the Beis Hamikdash part by part.
Doing mitzvos, adding precious stones.
Our dream, our palace, Yerushalayim our home.
Yes, there's a dream, a vision deep within his heart.
That we'll rebuild the Beis Hamikdash part by part.
Doing mitzvos, adding precious stones.
Our dream, our palace, Yerushalayim our home

Ani maamin, ani maamin, ani maamin.

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