The Wooden Bell
"The Wooden Bell"
No one listens to the cry of the poor
Or the sound of a wooden bell
No one listens to the cry of the poor
Or the sound of a wooden bell
It's hard to hear two worlds away
The sound is dull and quickly fades
The wooden bell of Citè Soleil
The open sewage and the flies
The silent screams of hungry eyes
The wooden bell of Citè Soleil
Lord they don't need me taking guilt trips
And they don't need me feeling sorry for them
They need me praying for the strength of grace
To be a person who will live my faith
(Chorus)
God of good news to the poor
God of what's worth living for
Help my ears to hear the wooden bell
God of all that matters most
God of cross and Easter hope
Help our ears to hear the wooden bell
There are no sound byte TV crews
The wooden bell won't sell the news
The story's old in Citè Soleil
This is no isolated case
It's two-thirds of the human race
Reality is Citè Soleil
But they don't need us feeling sad now
They need us living in the joy of Jesus
That's when we hear beyond a rich world's noise
The wooden ringing of the Spirit's voice
(Chorus)
No one listens to the cry of the poor
Or the sound of the wooden bell
No one listens to the cry of the poor
Or the sound of the wooden bell
No one listens to the cry of the poor
Or the sound of a wooden bell
No one listens to the cry of the poor
Or the sound of a wooden bell
It's hard to hear two worlds away
The sound is dull and quickly fades
The wooden bell of Citè Soleil
The open sewage and the flies
The silent screams of hungry eyes
The wooden bell of Citè Soleil
Lord they don't need me taking guilt trips
And they don't need me feeling sorry for them
They need me praying for the strength of grace
To be a person who will live my faith
(Chorus)
God of good news to the poor
God of what's worth living for
Help my ears to hear the wooden bell
God of all that matters most
God of cross and Easter hope
Help our ears to hear the wooden bell
There are no sound byte TV crews
The wooden bell won't sell the news
The story's old in Citè Soleil
This is no isolated case
It's two-thirds of the human race
Reality is Citè Soleil
But they don't need us feeling sad now
They need us living in the joy of Jesus
That's when we hear beyond a rich world's noise
The wooden ringing of the Spirit's voice
(Chorus)
No one listens to the cry of the poor
Or the sound of the wooden bell
No one listens to the cry of the poor
Or the sound of the wooden bell
Credits:
Music & Lyrics By Bryan Sirchio.
Crosswind Music, 1991. All Rights Reserved.