Redemption Day

I’ve wept for those who suffer long. But how I weep for those who’ve gone
Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong, but keep on killing
It’s in the soul to feel such things, but weak to watch without speaking
Oh what mercy sadness brings, if God be willing

There is a train that’s heading straight to heaven’s gate, to heaven’s gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait, watch and wait, for redemption day

Fire rages in the streets and swallows everything it meets
It’s just an image often seen on television
Come leaders, come you men of great, let us hear you pontificate
Your many virtues laid to waste. And we aren’t listening

What do you have for us today?
Throw us a bone but save the plate on why we waited til so late
Was there no oil to excavate?
No riches in trade for the fate of every person who died in hate?
Throw us a bone, you men of great

There is a train that’s heading straight to heaven’s gate, to heaven’s gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait, watch and wait, for redemption day

It’s buried in the countryside. It’s exploding in the shells at night
It’s everywhere a baby cries. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom