Geoff Moore - The Fortunate Ones lyrics

This was a land of glory, a land of the free A land of unmatched liberty We are a land obsessed with more than we need And we label our excess as God's blessing Our castles stand high on the hills And we used our share and their shares to build While the needy wait in the valleys below Lost in the dark of the hills' shadow Chorus Oh, oh, fortunate ones Out of our excess, so much could be done Oh, oh, fortunate ones From the Father to fathers, from the fathers to sons Take it down and pa** it on, oh, fortunate ones And now these two roads I see The road of my wants, the road of my needs Lord, shake this dust of greed from my feet Till I see Your face in the least of these The time has come to make a stand As we fall on our knees, Lord heal our land Repeat Chorus