Like a tree without its branches like a fire without a light You’re a battle weary soldier who is running from the fight Like a ship without an anchor you’re a boat without a crew You hide the light inside you as you’re whoring out the truth On the outside you’re pretty on the inside you’re drenched In the blood of the anointed in the wound of the oppressed Fill your cup full of sorrows as you soil the master’s clothes You were faithful at the wedding feast but now wasted in the road Like a city on a hill with a blackout in effect You defy your maker, is there one you respect? Like a city on a hill you are tattered and torn You defy your Maker in your return to the scorn 2x Put life to your footsteps, put spine to your feet Will you make your decision are you chaff or are you wheat? Will you rise or will you fall will you stand or will you crawl Will you be the ones He's called you to be or turn away and run, I say No Like a city on a hill with a blackout in effect You defy your maker, is there one you respect? Like a city on a hill you are tattered and torn, You defy your Maker in your return to the scorn. Like a city on a hill (Like a city on a hill) 4x