City On A Hill

Like a tree without its branches like a fire without a light
Your a battle weary soldier who is running from the fight
Like a ship without an anchor, your a boat without a crew
You hide the light inside you as your whoring out the truth
On the outside your pretty on the inside your drenched
In the blood of the anointed in the wound of the oppressed
Fill your cup full of sorrows as you soil the masters cloths
You were faithful at the wedding feast, but now your wasted in the road

Like a city on a hill with a black out in affect
You defy the one who made you is there one that you respect
Like a city on a hill you you are tattered and torn
You defy your maker as you return to scorn

Put life to your footsteps, put spine to your feet
Will you make your decision are you chaff or are you wheat
Will you rise or will you fall, will you stand or will you crawl
Will you be the ones he's called you to be or turn away and run
I say No

No more on the fence