TELL MY WHY
A day with no glory
A heart filled with fear
Still repeating his story
To make ourselves clear
A voice is unheard when it shouts
from the hills
Your king in his castel
Never died on these fields
His blood on your hands
A smile on your face
But wicked intentions
When his money to be made
A room with no windows
And a heart that can't feel
Shame with no convictions and a
view to a kill
Tell me why
And why must we fight
And why must we kill in the name
of what we think is right
and no more
no war
is how do you know
The hate in your eyes
The lies on your tongue
A hand that kills the innocence
who quit to do wrong
your belly is full
While we fight for what remains
The rich getting richer
While the poor become slaves
We kill our own brothers
The truth is never told
If victory is freedome
Then the truth is untold
Surrender your soldiers
Like everyone else
If love is my religion
Don't speak for myself
Tell me why
And why must we fight
And why must we kill in the name
of what we think is right
And no more
No war
Is how do you know
And how do you know ? (4X)
And please tell me why
And why must we fight
And why must we kill in the name
of what we think is right
And no more
No war
Is how do you know
I'm living this life
I'm givin this lies
And how do i die for the name
of what you think is right
And no more
HoO Lord
Is how do we know
And how do we know?
SEGUNDO CIRCULO (los setenta) Al ver a la gente, sintió compasión de ellos, porque estaban angustiados y desvalidos, como ovejas que no tienen pastor. Dijo entonces a sus discípulos: Ciertamente la cosecha es mucha; pero los obreros son pocos. Por eso, pidan ustedes al dueño de la cosecha que mande trabajadores a recogerla. El maestro seguido por multitudes andaba, por senderos y caminos, aldeas, villas y ciudades, desde Galilea a Judá. Se sentaba en la roca y predicaba, se paraba en la sinagoga y hablaba, en el bote en el lago, sanando, aliviando la carga de los afligidos, y llevando la culpa de los pecadores del pueblo de Dios... Un día al monte a orar subió y el primer circulo creo, apóstoles los llamo, 12 recordando las tribus de Israel. Pero el maestro allí no se detuvo, a otros 72 llamo, discípulos del Dios vivo enviados como heraldos... De dos en dos los envió, sin sandalia extra o manto, sin bolsa de dinero, con el salario diario, recorrieron los caminos. Con poder sobre demoni
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