I'm waiting for a city where the broken
Are windows that let the light in
Where the pressed are the sweetest wine
Where the torn are stitched into Him
Where the lost are the street signs

Where the economy is grace
Where unity is race
And the currency of mercy
Is minted in every soul

Because every citizen is whole

Our gates open
Our tears dry
Our chains broken
Our joys rise

And never fall
A City, The City, YOur City for all