It was in times of Solomon
The king of golden land
Who held the truth inside his heart
And love in ruling hand.
Caressed by sun and washed by rain
On map of ancient world
Like diamond shined Jerusalem
In caring hands of God.
And Solomon sang Praise to God
Who blessed his Fatherland
Whose gentle Love is such a force
That nothing can withstand
And then he said: -This whole wide world
Just by Your Grace is run,
I want to build a Temple for You,
As beautiful as the sun!"
-"Yes, you can build it", answered God -
"But one should know well,
That in the stones I dwell not,
But in the hearts I dwell
And if you walk the rightful ways
And rule with Truth and Love , -
You are my Temple, Solomon,
And is it not enough?"
... But many days had fallen through
Like sand through open hands
And many beautiful temples were build
In our homelands
But what was build for sake of love
That now hate destroys
And people fight for temples and lands
Like children fight for toys!
What was in times of Solomon
Has long time come to end
And now Age of Truth is here
And one should understand
Why fight for shrines of older days
The world of Past is dead!
It’s time to build the Temple of God
Within our hearts instead!
