The Temple
A.L.Webber Lyrics

Roll on up Jerusalem,
Come forth, Jerusalem,

Come on in Jerusalem,
Enter the city, Jerusalem,

Sunday here we go again,
Another day of worship is upon us,

Live in me Jerusalem.
Reside within me, Jerusalem.

Here you live Jerusalem,
Jerusalem is where you dwell,

Here you breathe Jerusalem,
Jerusalem's essence fills your lungs,

While your temple still survives,
The temple still stands,

You at least are still alive.
The city still thrives,

I got things you won't believe,
My possessions will astound you,

Name your pleasure I will sell.
Anything you desire, I can provide at a cost.

I can fix your wildest needs,
I can satisfy your every desire,

I got heaven and I got hell.
I can offer you salvation or eternal damnation.

Roll on up, for my price is down.
Come purchase from me while the cost is low,

Come on in for the best in town.
Experience the finest selection available,

Take your pick of the finest wine.
Choose from the most premium of wines,

Lay your bets on this bird of mine.
Gambling on my proposition will pay dividends.

What you see is what you get.
There are no surprises with my offers,

No one's been disappointed yet.
Every customer has left satisfied,

Don't be scared give me a try,
Do not fear, give it a chance,

There is nothing you can't buy.
Anything you desire can be obtained.

Name your price, I got everything.
Tell me what you are willing to pay, I have everything to offer.

Hurry it's going fast.
Act swiftly, as supplies are limited.

Borrow cash on the finest terms.
Obtain the money you need with the best interest rate.

Hurry now while stocks still last.
Do not hesitate as the stock will soon run out.

My temple should be a house of prayer,
The temple should be a place of worship,

But you have made it a den of thieves.
Instead, you have corruptly turned it into a place of deceit.

Get out! Get out!
Leave!

My time is almost through.
I am running out of time,

Little left to do.
There is not much left to accomplish.

After all, I've tried for three years.
After all my effort over three years,

Seems like thirty, seems like thirty.
It feels like thirty years have passed instead.

See my eyes, I can hardly see.
My eyes are failing me,

See me stand, I can hardly walk.
I struggle to stand and walk,

I believe you can make me whole.
I have faith that you can heal me.

See my tongue, I can hardly talk.
My ability to speak is impaired,

See my skin, I'm a mass of blood.
My skin is covered in wounds,

See my legs, I can hardly stand.
I cannot stand firmly on my legs,

I believe you can make me well.
I trust that you can restore my health.

See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man.
I am destitute and impoverished,

Will you touch, will you mend me Christ?
Will you place your hands on me to heal me, Christ?

Won't you touch, will you heal me Christ?
Can you heal me, Christ, with just a touch?

Will you kiss, you can cure me Christ?
Is a mere kiss from you enough to cure me, Christ?

Won't you kiss, won't you pay me Christ?
Can you kiss me or pay me, Christ?

There's too many of you
There are too many people,

Don't push me.
Do not press up against me.

There's too little of me
I am too small to handle all of you,

Don't crowd me.
Please do not crowd me.

Heal yourselves!
Each person should take responsibility for their own healing.