I'm on the hill where I can see
The young Man from Galilee
As I lean against this tree
Surely I will listen listen
All things great and small
Gathering for the call
To pick us up from the fall
Surely I will follow follow
I can see and feel His Truth
The air and wind grass and roots
With the marching Roman boots
Is my faith just hollow hollow
So when they come
To steal your breath
Son of Man from Nazareth
The world implodes
With your death
Surely I will scatter scatter
So Your words
They steal my breath
Son of God from Nazareth
The seeds are cast
Upon your death
Surely they will scatter scatter
I'm on the hill where I can See
The young Man from Galilee
As I lean against this tree
Surely I will listen listen