Geoff Moore/Dale Oliver   I Timothy 6:17-19      This was a land of glory, a land of the free   A land of unmatched liberty   We are a land obsessed with more than we need   And we label our excess as God's blessing      Our castles stand high on the hills   And we used our share and their shares to build   While the needy wait in the valleys below   Lost in the dark of the hills' shadow      Chorus   Oh, oh, fortunate ones   Out of our excess, so much could be done   Oh, oh, fortunate ones   From the Father to fathers, from the fathers to sons   Take it down and pass it on, oh, fortunate ones      And now these two roads I see   The road of my wants, the road of my needs   Lord, shake this dust of greed from my feet   Till I see Your face in the least of these      The time has come to make a stand   As we fall on our knees, Lord heal our land      Repeat Chorus