For
believing as we do
That
glory will come in the morning
We,
the sons and daughters of God
Our
tomorrow is secured
Our
destiny guaranteed
Though
my faith be without works
And
righteousness without humility
I
too Sir, I have bought my salvation
Paid
for over time
In
instalments of tenths
Through
brokers – preachers
Merchants
of deliverance
Yet
we still believe in the old promise
Of
truth and justice, of peace and plenty
Of
Heaven, angels and souls in melody
What
else would you have us do?
Summoned
to this bustling bazaar
Where
everything is for sale
Allow
me Sir to tell you a tale
A
story made in Africa
Where
children go to war
Where
the men die young
Where
the rich take their wives
And
their daughters too
But
our faith is unshaken
That
glory will come tomorrow
That
our dreams will come through
The
fallen will rise, be honoured
Our
sins will be forgiven
Our
souls sanctified
What
else would you have us do?
Us,
wanderers, saints and bandits
Sons
and daughters of God.
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