Oh Zion,
My heart is crying.
My soul is dying.
To be with you I long,
To sing your beautiful song.
But sadly due to sin,
We were cast from within.
Woe upon me.
I no longer have thee.
In your day,
In the Holy Temple I’d pray.
Three times a year,
We would gather there.
If I did the wrong thing,
Sacrificed to the One above.
I would be forgiven with love.
Thousands of years,
Millions of tears.
Cast away,
Gone astray.
On a journey alone.
Its length unknown.
For your splendor I yearn,
To your beauty to return.
I sit and cry
To think I try.
What can I do?
How can I return to you?
I know I am to blame
I am full of shame.
If I only I can go back
There’s nothing I would lack.
As my thoughts race
Tears roll down my face.
I realize my mistake
Action I must take.
Brick by brick,
Through thin and thick,
With the sweat of my brow,
To rebuild your Temple, I vow.
Each good deed,
Is a brick in need.
A smile to one you don’t know.
A helping hand to and fro.
Charity for the hungry and poor.
Helping the elderly feel secure.
Listening to an anguished call
All can add more bricks to the wall
Myself, I can’t do this task.
So for your help I do ask.
If you can take a minute and pause.
Can you please help this needy cause?
The more workers we can acquire,
The sooner we can fill this desire.
To be back home.
No longer to roam.
May we merit the moment,
Through repentance and atonement.
For G-d’s promise to unfold.
In Zion will rejoice young and old.
Sounds of laughter and glee,
In the streets of Jerusalem we’ll see.
The third Temple in sight,
To cast away the darkness, of this long dreadful night.
Oh, Zion
May it be, by the might of His hand,
That He return His children to their promised land.