Ceylon

I am a poor boy, putting on the best that I have
And a sickness, is the only thing I have to bring

I am a poor girl, and to get there I must travel afar
But I won't be late cos I've a meeting with the King of Kings


I am a host, appointed by the heavenly hosts
So by the crashing waves thats where I'll pave the way for the Lord of Lords

I am an addict, addicted to everything wrong
And my only cure is to call upon the name above all names


And I know you won't reject their desperate plea
I know you won't hold back your hand that heals
I know you won't refuse to come down here
Cos the people are hungry here
The people are empty, and you're near

I have reason to believe you'll come
I have reason to believe you'll come
Cos you hear, and have compassion on the broken ones
I have reason to believe you'll come
I have reason to believe you'll come
Cos you heal, and you love the little ones


Hear their cry, and heal their land
Hear our cry, and heal our land