Champion The City - Come Down lyrics
rate meThis window pane is broken
But you can’t see it from the outside
This window pane is broken
But you can’t see it from the outside
It’s only noticeable to the soul who’s living on the inside
Nice and pristine to the person walking down the sidewalk
But the walls would scream if they could talk
The coffee table probably sitting in dust so it coughs
Slowly going stiff from lack of use but never lacking truth
If we would take a moment to crack it open
We would see Jesus was a friend to the homeless
A medic for the sick and a beacon for the broken, yeah
What are we thinking walking past that man in the street
Struggling to get a little change for a little something to eat
We see him as an addict, a lost cause, a waste of time
But Christ gave His life for him, too, so he’s worth a minute of mine
To sit beside him and listen, if he stinks then stop sniffing
That paperwork will still be there in five but this man might be missing
Listen, ours are the hearts to carry the mission to reach the least of these
Derail the train you’re on and blind the tunnel vision
Uncomfortable, isn’t it? Wishing this track had never been written
Feeling a bit smitten? Yeah, then get with it
We have to learn how to live the gospel even when it’s inconvenient
Because truthfully sharing life with those who need it, it’s always convenient
City on a hill, light it up to here
Come down, come down
Faith born on the back of the wrong side of the track
Come down, come down
Everybody wants to be found
Come down, come down
Now Africa is not the only one with the great ripped valley
America has one, too, it comes in the form of an alley
Two different worlds in Mallard Park
One is decorated with beautiful landscaping
The other is riddled with shopping carts
Bleeding hearts reside on both sides but one goes untouched
From fear of diversity, racism and such
Question: if tomorrow your life was suddenly taken
Would you really be content with the path that you’d be taking?
Could your footprints be found on both sides of the tracks?
Or would they stop at the edge of the comfort zone and then go back?
I don’t mean to overstep my bounds, well, maybe I do
These are my personal convictions depicted to you
You see, there’s a very strong smell to poverty
It’s so beautiful to God, but a stench to you and me
It’s similar to the way graffiti on train cars ain’t eyesores
But merely a picture from a heart that wants so much more
Challenge yourself to look past the tight skirt and the smack
To her wounded past, in fact there’s a small chance she desires that
Another life foolishly led to mindless slaughter
Oh, but for the grace of God, in 20 years that could be my daughter
City on a hill, light it up to here
Come down, come down
Faith born on the back of the wrong side of the track
Come down, come down
Everybody wants to be found
Come down, come down
City on a hill, light it up to here
Come down, come down
Faith born on the back of the wrong side of the track
Come down, come down
Everybody wants to be found
Come down, come down
