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CITY ON A HILL
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CITY ON A HILL
You can hear the voices
Telling you to “...change change change”
And the chorus is getting loud now
“To be ONE we must all be the same!”
But I don’t think
The God who made me
Would be too happy to see
That I’ve made
The fear of man
Something holy to me
We’re walking on eggshells
While He walks on the sea
We are
Hiding in caves (“Don’t throw stones at me!”)
We wanna, walk on water without making a scene
But we will never
Walk on water without making a scene
And so the rocks, they cry out
While we’re inside still keeping the ‘peace’
I guess the rocks can cry out
While we’re inside crying, “peace! Peace”
When there is no peace
Will You know my name?
Will I hear the Savior say, "Father, this one's mine, do not turn this child away"
Where is My city on a hill?
Where is My melody?
Where is My city on a hill?
Why is My bride
Hiding from Me? (“..What you do to the least of these, you do it to Me.”)
You have not heard the cry of the widow
You have not defended the orphan
Away with the noise of your song (Amos 5:23…)
But let justice flow like a river
