I long to go to the Holy Land to walk Where Jesus walked, To stroll by the Sea of Galilee Where He listened and He talked. I want to pray at the church in Cana Where He turned the water into wine, Then kneel again at Gethsemane Under olive trees covered in vine. I would enter the gates of Jerusalem And follow the Way of the Cross, Then fall on my knees at Calvary Where He died for all who were lost. I’d run to visit the Garden Tomb And I’d enter without fear, For I know the message Mary heard Holds true, “He is not here.” Yes, I long to go to the Holy Land, But that journey may never be. Still, wherever I am will be holy For He lives inside of me. Poem Written By Nancy Parker Brummet Header graphic misted by Treasures By Roxanne Floral graphic tubed by Patao This not for profit webpage creaated by Marvaline.