The Word

My tongue has tasted glory with the coming of the word.
 
It is stirring up a nation so a whisper can be heard.
 
It is fortified in speeches where the truth is delivered.
 
The time goes marching on.
 
 
Refrain:
 
Glory, glory Hallelujah.
 
Glory, glory Hallelujah.
 
Glory, glory Hallelujah.
 
The times go marching on.
 
 
 
I believe all countries have the right to borders and to plans.
 
I believe our parents use those right to do "the best they can."
 
I believe we all have obligations, born to take a stand.
 
The times keep marching on.
 
 
Refrain
 
 
Does the future shine so brightly if a man cannot be free?
 
Shall our children count their blessings when they lose expectancy?
 
Under oath: the underfed understand their liberty!
 
It’s time for marching on!
 
 
Refrain

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