Walls of Jericho, Fall
If only I could stop that hate
That divides brother from brother, friend from friend
Leaving all in an unforgiving state
It has lasted from the beginning, and seems to have no end
Starting from the first blow, when Cain struck Abel
Have we ever sought to hate each other, without reason, without purpose
Forming stereotypes, and other such fables
Meant only to divide, that is all it is
We've built up our own wall, like Jericho
Fortified against each other, while feinting friendship
Ah, only again would the might of God let such hate go
And topple our mighty walls of hate, reinforced with brutal whip
If e'er we could let our divisions fall
There would be no end to our peace, none at all
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