My back hurt in the morning

When I woke up from sleeping on the ground

And my eyes were tired,  as people started coming to see me

From all around…almost every day.

But I made a decision, every step of the way

To go to Jerusalem -

For the world, for those who would love me

For those who would never, ever love me.

Ever since you were little

I was there while you slept

And I watched over you as the sun rose above the horizon.

And I made a decision a long time ago

When my feet were heavy

And the road was dusty

To go to Jerusalem.

Author: Randy Stahla, copyright 2006.

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