Crosswind Music

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 City Soleil
The open sewage and the flies
The silent screams of hungry eyes
The wooden bell of City 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 City Soleil
This is no isolated case
It's two-thirds of the human race
Reality is City 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

Music & Lyrics By Bryan Sirchio

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