Like a tree without its branches, like a fire without a light,
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You¡¯re a battle weary soldier who is running from the fight,
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Like a ship without an anchor, you¡¯re a boat without a crew,
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You hide the light inside you as you¡¯re whoring out the truth,
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On the outside you¡¯re pretty, on the inside you¡¯re drenched,
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In the blood of the anointed in the wound of the oppressed,
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Fill your cup full of sorrows as you soil the master¡¯s clothes,
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You were faithful at the wedding feast, but now wasted in the road,
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Like a city on a hill with a blackout in effect
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You defy your maker, is there one you respect?
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Like a city on a hill you are tattered and torn,
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You defy your Maker in your return to the scorn,
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Put life to your footsteps, put spine to your feet,
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Will you make your decision are you chaff or are you wheat?
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Will you rise or will you fall, will you stand or will you crawl?
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Will you be the ones He's called you to be or turn away and run,
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I say No
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No more on the fence
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City On A Hill
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