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. 

- REPEAT Chorus - 2X