Highways by Jessamyn Day

My feet are weary walking on this road
My heart is tired longing for home
I am a pilgrim i’m all alone
But I see the children, I hear their goans
ooh

How many more wars till they will cease
How many poor folks die of disease
While we the wealthy sit at our feasts
my brother’s crying,”I cannot breathe”
ooh

How long oh Lord
Till we see your face
How long oh Lord
Till you remake this place
I wait I wait
For the return of the King
Make straight make straight
The Highways

How many more times will I go by
While you sit on the sidewalk catching my eye
We’re a hard heart Lord, a stiff necked mind
Stamp out our pride, pour out the wine
Ooh

How many mothers scream at their sons
I buried your brothers now bury your guns
You got no idea of the hell that I know
Drop to our knees, let justice roll
Ooh

And the hands of the King are the hands of a healer
Marked with the scars of our depravity
We’ll lay our weapons down at his beautiful feet
And cry have mercy, mercy on me

How many more times will you ignore
The cries of the suffering one at your door
if you build a wall to drown it out
The peaks will fall, the rocks cry out

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