City on the Hill

From far and wide her people commune.
They don’t know of the world that’s below.
Clouds fall in the morning but raise by noon.
Tree’s shelter the city’s heavenly glow.

The Spirit moves amongst their thirsty hearts.
Knees buckle and every tongue does confess.
The music begins and their praises start.
Their desire to know God is expressed.

All wrongs are made right, their faith is ablaze.
They flock to the church to meet David’s heir.
Students raise their song with hands up in praise.
Angels on high sing as gold trumpets blare.

Their actions are good and their minds are still.
Sins are few in the city on the hill.


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