From every heart and every home
There springs a tumbling river of hope
Pours through the streets and over the poor
Building the crushed and healing the sore
But it can't reach so high so won't you come down
Open your hands and listen to the new sound
Painting the hills and filling the halls
It is a gift and it's given to all
But who gives the hope
And what does he want
He's not an old man and he's not out for blood
You don't to prove you don't need control
You don't need to win, or to sell, or to own
You don't need to suspect there's an angry king
Who sits on a cloud and likes to throw lightning
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He wants you