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City On The Hill 
Medium
by Casting Crowns
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Did you hear of the city on a hill?
Said one old man to the other
It shined bright and it would be shining still
But they all started on other
You see the poets thought the dancers were shallow
And the soldiers thought the were weak
And the elders saw the young as foolish
And the man never heard the poor man speak
And one by one they ran away
With their made up minds to leave it all behind
And the light to fade
In the city on a hill
The on a hill
Each one thought they knew better
But there were different by design
Instead of standing together
They let their differences divide
And one by one they ran away
With their made up minds to leave it all behind
And the to fade
In the city on a hill
The city on a hill
And the is searchin' still
But it was the of the dancers
That gave the poets life
It was the spirit of the poets
gave the soldiers strength to fight
It was the fire of the young ones
It was the of the old
It was the story of the poor man
be told...
It is the rhythm of the dancers
gives the life
It is the spirit of the poets
That gives the soldiers to fight
It is the fire of the ones
It is the wisdom of the old
It is the story of the man
That's needing to be told...
One by one, we run away?
With our made up minds to it all behind
As the light begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
One by one, will we run away?
With our made up minds to leave it all behind
As the light begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
The on a hill
home
And the Father's calling still
home
To the city on the hill
Come home
Said one old man to the other
It shined bright and it would be shining still
But they all started on other
You see the poets thought the dancers were shallow
And the soldiers thought the were weak
And the elders saw the young as foolish
And the man never heard the poor man speak
And one by one they ran away
With their made up minds to leave it all behind
And the light to fade
In the city on a hill
The on a hill
Each one thought they knew better
But there were different by design
Instead of standing together
They let their differences divide
And one by one they ran away
With their made up minds to leave it all behind
And the to fade
In the city on a hill
The city on a hill
And the is searchin' still
But it was the of the dancers
That gave the poets life
It was the spirit of the poets
gave the soldiers strength to fight
It was the fire of the young ones
It was the of the old
It was the story of the poor man
be told...
It is the rhythm of the dancers
gives the life
It is the spirit of the poets
That gives the soldiers to fight
It is the fire of the ones
It is the wisdom of the old
It is the story of the man
That's needing to be told...
One by one, we run away?
With our made up minds to it all behind
As the light begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
One by one, will we run away?
With our made up minds to leave it all behind
As the light begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
The on a hill
home
And the Father's calling still
home
To the city on the hill
Come home
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