Seven Years from Seven Years by Jacob Mau

Oh Jubilee come remind me
That this field is not my own
Though my fathers fought so hard
It was the Lord who held their sword
And gave to them a vineyard
Which they did not plant
A place of quiet rest
A sweet inheritance

Oh refugees come remind me
That this land is not my home
Though my fathers worked so hard
It was never theirs to own
Teach me not to hoard good things
Or take more mana than I need
I will lay down my silly rights
And unhand my property

I believe, I believe that the promises are true
When you die you won’t take your house
Or car or your field or your servants with you
I’m an alien I can’t fit in cause I am not yet home
Should I spill more blood
Defending something I don’t own?
Or trade my life for a career
So I can pay for something I can’t keep?
Please believe with me
That in the resurrection we are free

• Folk
• acoustic
• chicago
• indie
• jacob mau
• seven years
• singer-songwriter
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