I'm afraid to turn my TV on
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And I'm hoping what they said is wrong
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Can I just live my lifetime here and then move on?
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I've had a million conversations about
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Who is right and who is wrong
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And how would Jesus want for us to carry on
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I'm praying for God's will but secretly wanting
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Riches and blessings to pour in my hands
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Is this my last night in America?
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My tendency is to run away
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And try to keep my family safe
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But tell me how to hide away from all this hate?
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The dominoes that we see fall
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Were set in motion long ago
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Fear became a flower and the garden grows
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I'm seeing the irony, the battle inside of me
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You brought me peace now I'm at war with the world
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Tell me is there some way out
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Tell me that I'm not alone
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Show me the mystery oh cornerstone
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Is this my last night in America?
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Is this my last night in America?
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Or is it my last moment anywhere?
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Our breath is a vapour that's lost in the air
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Is this my last night in America?
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Well I've read about a God of war
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And painted blood from door to door
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Canonized in scripture and in black and white
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And I've read about my Jesus Christ
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And I've received His sacrifice
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But is it turn the other cheek or is it stand and fight?
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'Cause I'm just a simple pilgrim I'm not a man with wisdom
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What do I do when there's a thief at my door?
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Do I resist him or in silence assist him?
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What seemed right isn't clear anymore
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Is it the fall of a nation or the great tribulation
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The eve of invasion or the book of revelation
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Well I'll wear my freedom as an invitation
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To the God of creation whose keeping the score
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Is this my last night in America?
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Is this my last night in America?
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Is this my last night in America?
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Last Night In America
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Paul Colman |