By
Mark Bishop
And I, with hope and dreams not my own bleed forth my cares before your throne This rescue is so near and far The sun and yet the faintest start These thoughts echo in my head they ring with hollow truth They shatter on my fortress heart Besieged by its own walls. This city of the sick and dying sits atop the promised land And all my days I march around it yet these ramparts stand. They laugh over this silly trek these aimless circles run How strong how proud they mock my course as though You have not won. My God you taught me how to march and lead me to this city You said its mortar cannot stand that ruin would come swiftly Oh Lord destroy this evil place take back your rightful crown Sing loud upon this Jericho and bring these high walls down