We have plastic, we have metal
We have iron, we have steel We have food stuffed in our billies
And we're big on sex appeal We are that blessed major power, take all that we can
Now we have no yesterday, we even threw that away We have weapons, we have armies We have killers, we have power We have gold stuffed in our pockets
This could be our final hour If God you had trusted Your eagle could fly The blood of your soldiers
Is this why they died? Spirit of God fall on us
Spirit of God fall on us Your flag proudly waving, your colors displayed But your stars are all fading, your banner has frayed We need kindness, we need goodness We need joy, we need peace We need churches filled with people Who are praying on their knees Now we have Him here today, yesterday and forever!
To that blessed major power who gave His Son to man.
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