Celebrate
©2011 Gibbens/Weston

Your whirlwind of words won’t turn us around.
We’ll be walking with the wounded
When the walls come tumbling,
Walls come tumbling,
Walls come tumbling down.

Mr Jesus came and went with a price upon his head.
Mr Caesar’s sleeping sound in a king-size feather bed.
And there’s a city on the skyline like a sunrise burning red
And the saints with new names walking out of the flames,
And then we celebrate,
We celebrate.

Though we bear the weight
Through the years of fear and hate,
The morning won’t be late
And then we celebrate,
We celebrate.

Radio reception’s clear as a double-sided blade
From the darkness where the light it seemed forever lay betrayed,
And the day revs up like an artic truck about to crest the grade,
And soon they’ll be playing the tune that we were saying
And then we celebrate,
We celebrate.

Through the iron gate
Make straight the way
For this great day
We celebrate,
We celebrate.

Your whirlwind of words won’t turn us around.
We’ll be walking with the wounded
When the walls come tumbling,
Walls come tumbling,
Walls come tumbling down.

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