from HOLY LAND by Tobin James Mueller
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On the street,
20 hours on my feet.
I cant stand stay at home watching
all this need, so many here to feed,
so many volunteers bringing their small relief.
As the grey dust swirls everywhere,
DNA in the air,
no time for tears,
too much to bear.
Grim saviors in hard hats.
Bright angels in gas masks.
Everyone heres come to uncover a Holy Land.
Help to find it now, this new Holy Land.
Holy Land, come uncover it now, this sweet Holy Land.
From this, our darkest hour, wisdom shall rise,
and we, working shoulder to shoulder, revitalize.
Cant help but help.
Cant help but care.
Cant help feel in the air
3,000 souls, 10 million hands,
each one making this new Holy Land.
Tower above in courage.
Tower above in kindness.
Tower above in a new kind of fineness.
Tower above in daring.
Tower above, united.
Tower above, come build this Holy Land.
Starting on the street alone.
Slice some bagels, pour a little coffee.
Find some people with the phone.
Get some help for those who are too groggy...
Heres what we need, need to proceed:
acetylene torches and something caffeine,
shovels and pails, filters and masks,
antibiotics and more things caffeine.
Heres what we need, need to succeed:
thick gloves and goggles and something caffeine.
Ive got some clothes, some food to share.
Ive got some time to spare...
Give it your heart.
Give it everything you know.
Give it your hands,
thats how we build this Holy Land, you know.
When all the rubbles cleared
and all the heroes cheered,
who will be there, still in the streets?
Homeless, with graveyard eyes,
lost amid enterprise?
Or will they too find a new Holy Land?
A new Holy Land...
© 2004 Tobin James Mueller