Under The Olive Tree

We Are not Saved

The Harvest is ended, the summer

Is past

And we are not saved

The party is over

The fight has begun

And we are not saved

The Cities come crashing

And tumbling down

The stench lingers

As it descends

Reach out and touch them

Lift them and heal them

And carry them home in your arms

We are not saved

We are not saved

The streets of the world

Soaked in violence and death

Its fabric is tearing apart

The cry of the slaughter of the innocents

The sight of your sons

And your daughters

O’ lift up your voices

Steady and true

And sing out your love and alarm

We are not saved

We are not saved

The harvest is ended, the summer

Is gone

The party is over, but we party on

We are not saved

We are not saved

Reach out and touch them

Lift them and heal them

and carry them home in your arms

O’ lift up your voices

Steady and True

And sing out your love and alarm!

We are not saved

We are not saved