Psallos - Cityzens, Pts. 4-5 (3:17-4:1) Lyrics

Though you live in the land of Rome
This world is not your home
The dirt may claim your bones
But not your ransomed soul
The Son has come a-ground
And shown the way up is down
No shroud around Him now
The Risen King is crowned
We await the coming day
When ash and shadow fade away
And we will rise, rise like Jesus Christ
(Christ) will make our broken forms
As glorious as the risen morn
But till that Day has come, hold on
Until you leave this earth, stand firm
Far away a country lies
Across the golden autumn skies
Can you feel the wind on your face
The river calls you ever on
With tales of joy and vict'ry songs
Do you know where you belong
Home
We know where we belong
Heaven is our home
Do you know where you belong
Not in Rome
We know where we belong
Zion

Though you live in the land of Rome
This world is not your home
The dirt may claim your bones
But not your ransomed soul
The Son has come a-ground
And shown the way up is down
No shroud around Him now
The Risen King is crowned
We await the coming day
When ash and shadow fade away
And we will rise, rise like Jesus Christ
(Christ) will make our broken forms
As glorious as the risen morn
But till that Day has come, hold on
Until you leave this earth, stand firm
Far away a country lies
Across the golden autumn skies
Can you feel the wind on your face
The river calls you ever on
With tales of joy and vict'ry songs
Do you know where you belong
Home
We know where we belong
Heaven is our home
Do you know where you belong
Not in Rome
We know where we belong
Zion