Geoff moore the fortunate ones lyrics

Geoff Moore/Dale Oliver

                         I Timothy 6:17-19

 

 This was a land of glory, a land of the free

 A land of unmatched liberty

 We are a land obsessed with more than we need

 And we label our excess as God's blessing

 

 Our castles stand high on the hills

 And we used our share and their shares to build

 While the needy wait in the valleys below

 Lost in the dark of the hills' shadow

 

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 Oh, oh, fortunate ones

 Out of our excess, so much could be done

 Oh, oh, fortunate ones

 From the Father to fathers, from the fathers to sons

 Take it down and pass it on, oh, fortunate ones

 

 And now these two roads I see

 The road of my wants, the road of my needs

 Lord, shake this dust of greed from my feet

 Till I see Your face in the least of these

 

 The time has come to make a stand

 As we fall on our knees, Lord heal our land

 

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