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