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City On The Hill 
Medium
by Casting Crowns
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Did you hear of the on a hill?
one old man to the other
It once bright and it be still
But they all started on each other
You see the poets the dancers were shallow
And the soldiers the were weak
And the elders saw the young ones as foolish
And the rich 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 began to fade
In the city on a hill
The city on a hill
Each one thought they knew better
But there were different by design
Instead of standing strong together
They let their differences divide
And one by one ran away
With their made up minds to it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the on a hill
The city on a hill
And the is searchin' still
But it was the of the dancers
gave the poets life
It was the of the poets
That gave the soldiers strength to fight
It was the fire of the young ones
It was the wisdom of the old
It was the of the man
needed be told...
It is the rhythm of the dancers
That gives the poets life
It is the spirit of the poets
That gives the soldiers strength to fight
It is the fire of the young ones
It is the of the old
It is the story of the poor man
That's needing to be told...
One by one, will we run away?
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 it all behind
As the begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
The city on a hill
home
And the Father's still
Come home
To the city on the hill
Come home
one old man to the other
It once bright and it be still
But they all started on each other
You see the poets the dancers were shallow
And the soldiers the were weak
And the elders saw the young ones as foolish
And the rich 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 began to fade
In the city on a hill
The city on a hill
Each one thought they knew better
But there were different by design
Instead of standing strong together
They let their differences divide
And one by one ran away
With their made up minds to it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the on a hill
The city on a hill
And the is searchin' still
But it was the of the dancers
gave the poets life
It was the of the poets
That gave the soldiers strength to fight
It was the fire of the young ones
It was the wisdom of the old
It was the of the man
needed be told...
It is the rhythm of the dancers
That gives the poets life
It is the spirit of the poets
That gives the soldiers strength to fight
It is the fire of the young ones
It is the of the old
It is the story of the poor man
That's needing to be told...
One by one, will we run away?
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 it all behind
As the begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
The city on a hill
home
And the Father's still
Come home
To the city on the hill
Come home
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