| Children of Abraham, hear our call, heed our prayer. Though we have drifted far from each other
And many, far from our land
The sounds and sights and smells of the past still echo in our hearts. Let us carry our souls back to Al Quds, the holy city, Jerusalem, the
city of peace
And link hands once more. Under the sheltering wings of shechina, the holy spirit, and the angels of love
The children of Abraham will find peace
If we meet each other, eye to eye, and invoke the spirit of our ancestor. Abraham sat in his tent with sides open
Fearless and humble, he greeted all with open arms and heeded the words of God.
What would he say to us, his descendants, his family torn apart? Turn your faces and hearts to each other.
Join hands.
See faces that look much like our own
And a tongue that sounds familiar too.
See your pain and anger reflected back at you
And the love and hope beneath it.
Reach deep and take the chance to trust again.
Fearless and humble, greet each other with open hearts.
For as God is one, we too are one. | 
