Last days, big city
What a place to live
High rise accommodations
Are so executive
Real life, just around the corner
Take a walk aroung the block
Pass by a family in the alley
Sleeping in a paper box
Chorus:
What are we doing here?
Do we spend our time
Waiting on heaven?
What are we doing here?
Should we pack our bags
The moment we’re forgiven?
Oh, there’s a world
That needs to know
Jesus loves them so
His commission seems quite clear
What are we doing here?
They say we are pilgrims
Just passing through
Strangers in a strange land
That’s me and you
One day we’ll be up in glory
Walking on streets of gold
But right now my feet
Are on the pavement
And I just want to know
Chorus
I see a starving brother
In a foreign land
I see a homeless child
Reaching out his hand
I see a world so angry
I can feel the rage
I see a city dying
Filled with crack cocaine
I hear the lions roar
The tires squeal
A generation saying what is real
If we know the truth
If we know the way
There ought to be something
We can do or say
We need to make a stand
Take a walk
Win this city,
Do it block by block
Stand up tall
And preach it without fear
If we won’t do it
Then what are we doing here?
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