| We’re stuck in complacency
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| We clock in once a week
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| The same routine
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| Some people put up a facade
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| Get by on a friendly nod
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| While inside hurting
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| We’ve been commanded to serve
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| We’ve been commanded to love
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| We’ve been commanded to go
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| These orders are from above
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| This isn’t too much to ask
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| This is the least we can do
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| Think of all He’s done for me
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| And all He’s done for You
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| In the shadow of the steeple
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| There are people who’ve lost their way
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| And in the neighborhoods surrounding
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| Hearts are pounding in great pain
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| Is there anyone to help them
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| And to tell them there’s a way
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| Is there anyone to love them
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| And to show them Jesus' face
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| It’s time to be Christ’s feet and hands
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| Move from the sidelines and the stands, no spectating
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| It’s time to roll up all our sleeves
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| Kneel down and wash some dirty feet
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| And it might get messy but that’s okay 'cause
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| We will go, we will go |