It’s not geography or the laws of the land*
It’s not your savings account
Or the car keys in your hand
There is a flame
That no one can take away
When what you love the most
Is in another place
It’s a secret in your bones
You know where you belong
Somebody made a home for you
Built a fire in your heart
It’s not a pretty face or the health of your flesh
It’s not your family safety
Or a great circle of friends
Chorus
Ooh, oooh…
Martyrs and the underground churches of the world
They walk into the furnace and dance
With the angel of the Lord
They know there is a flame…
Chorus

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