Seven Hillsides

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All night I've wrestled Jacob's angel,

Prayed with Matthew, Luke, and John.

Struggling to find the words to face the task
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That comes up the blood red dawn.

I've buried men before their time -

Alcohol, blackened lung

But how to bury seven of these Appalachian miner's sons
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Who stormed the beaches wave on wave,

Then sailed home to these rocky graves
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In family plots, that bear their name.

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- Tomorrow I'll walk up seven hillsides
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And tremble before my flock on seven hillsides.
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Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and everyone

Will turn to me for the word of God, what does this mean?
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And there I'll stand, good book in hand
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Shepherd to these precious lambs,
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What will I say, what will I say, what can I say? -

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To tell the truth, I never though much

About the will of God before.

When called to preach at seventeen,
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I was in love with firey words and not much more.

But the time has come to keep the faith

For other shattered by their loss

And remind them of a loving God

Whose son, like theirs, paid the cost,
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To save a sad and wicked world -

Through sacrifice our love is heard
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And I'll pray I believe those words.

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