Текст песни Moore Geoff And The Distance - The Fortunate Ones
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Geoff Moore/Dale Oliver I Timothy 6:17-19This was a land of glory, a land of the freeA land of unmatched libertyWe are a land obsessed with more than we needAnd we label our excess as God`s blessingOur castles stand high on the hillsAnd we used our share and their shares to buildWhile the needy wait in the valleys belowLost in the dark of the hills` shadowChorusOh, oh, fortunate onesOut of our excess, so much could be doneOh, oh, fortunate onesFrom the Father to fathers, from the fathers to sonsTake it down and pass it on, oh, fortunate onesAnd now these two roads I seeThe road of my wants, the road of my needsLord, shake this dust of greed from my feetTill I see Your face in the least of theseThe time has come to make a standAs we fall on our knees, Lord heal our landRepeat Chorus