Jericho
Jericho
Wise men tell us look around
The walls of Jericho are tumbling down
There's blood on every hand in town
Oh Jericho
Feed the hungry children in a foreign land
My own children don't understand
How we can feel the fire and not the frying pan
Oh Jericho
Oh Jericho
The morning sky burns red you know
Where can all your children go
Oh Jericho
I can hear the thunder from a distant shore
But I fear the messenger even more
And no one will remember what we're fighting for
Oh Jericho
Wise men sell their wisdom and a t.v. god
Mail-order gospel is doing the job
While the rich just get richer - the poor get robbed
Oh Jericho
Oh Jericho
The morning sky burns red you know
Where can all your children go
Oh Jericho
Righteous grow the voices of the Glory-bound
Holy Commotion the world goes 'round
But loneliness don't make a sound...
Rock of Ages cleft for me
Someone died on Calvary
But what He gave was ours for free...
Oh Jericho
We could make a change I know
Tell us how and we shall go
Oh Jericho
Oh Jericho
The morning sky burns red you know
Where can all your people go
Oh Jericho
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