Oaxaca

Through storms and wars
* Take me into a new place,
A world so beautiful,
A city of treasure buried beneath a sky of injustice.

I am here, but I am filled with fear.
Am I ready or am I standing in naivety?

Send me out. Send me out...

Through storms and wars
Take me into a new place,
A world so beautiful,
A city of treasure buried beneath a sky of curses.

In the air the smell of death, the grip of fear was all surrounding.
The oppression all-consuming, overbearing, overwhelming.

I am here, but I am filled with fear.
Am I ready or am I standing in naivety?


(But the scriptures tell us that the Lord has not given us a spirit of fear,
But one of power and of love and of a sound mind,
That we can go into the world and that Christ will be our strength and our protection,
And that the sick will be healed and the dead will be raised).

Send me out
Let it be.
Send me out
Let it be.

I am your hands, God use me.
Send me out, out
Let it be. Let it be.

I am your hands, your hands, God use me...

A nation on it's knees will see the power of God released.
A nation on it's face will see salvation in this place