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