Judea's Whisper

Judea's whisper calls my name.
It beckons me to come and see where
Christianity was born.

I want to walk where Jesus walked,
See the River Jordan where He stood with John,
And had Himself washed clean like any mortal man.
Stand on the shore of Galilee
Where the big fisherman He found.

Climb up the hill where to the multitude He preached,
Kneel in the Garden of Gethsemane to pray.
I want to feel the Holy Land beneath my pilgrim feet.

To wend my way on the street of tears,
Feel the sorrow that was in His heart.
I would climb Golgathas Hill
See where on my Savior died.

Last at close of day I'd find
The tomb where Jesus lay,
And rose again to bring the promise of
Eternal Life to me.