Zion's Walls from Home by Hiram Ring

Hardscrabble soil and I’m diggin’ for answers,
hands in my pockets and mind full of cancers.
How can I see with my life all around me?
Walk these same streets ‘til I know I’m surrounded.

Just like a hobo who sees a bright gleam –
would he know it’s a jewel, if he’d seen what I’ve seen?

Man on the corner is talkin’ to strangers,
his cup is to full, unaware of the dangers.
What would they do if the goblet was emptied?
Root for the pearls in the stones of the city.

Just like a widow who’s lost her last coin,
straining to reach to where it has gone.
You know if you find it there, all will be won,
but you need a helping hand – your strength is done.

I see a place where the streets can’t stop shinin’, (God’s gonna build up Zion’s walls)
smiles and there’s laughter, there’s no need for cryin’. (God’s gonna build up Zion’s walls)
Joy without sorrow, no fear for tomorrow! (God’s gonna build up Zion’s walls)
‘Cause everyone’s already been through the fire. (God’s gonna build up Zion’s walls)

God’s gonna build up Zion’s walls,
God’s gonna build up Zion’s walls.

• Acoustic
• Folk
• Gospel
• folk
• jazz
• Lancaster