In the sweltering
heat of 1787
A fragile union grows
One long hot summer in the city of love
The fate of a nation unknown
In America, the land of the free
It’s a miracle, we came to be
Tempers were
flaring like the rays of the sun
In the state assembly room
The presence of Washington towering down
Fell silently with a boom
In America, the land of the free
It’s a miracle, we came to be
We the people
need God to light our way
Like the founding fathers who worshipped and who prayed
If we can see the light of God in everyone
Like Franklin we’ll see a rising sun
Fifty-five delegates
from twelve different states
Each with their own woes
Clashing approaches and crashing concerns
An infant nation groans
In America, the land of the free
It’s a miracle, we came to be
Searching in
secret for political truth
The state of affairs grows dark
Benjamin Franklin calling for prayer
Ignites a spiritual spark
In America, the land of the free
It’s a miracle, we came to be
We the people
need God to light our way
Like the founding mothers who worshipped and who prayed
If we can see the light of God in everyone
Like Franklin we’ll see a rising, yes we’ll
see a rising
Like Franklin we’ll see a rising sun
We the people,
in order to find a more perfect union
Need to ratify these truths
God is in everyone, the spirit of life is one
The essence of truth is love, the fuel to rise above
The bitterness and the pain, the loneliness and the
shame
Forgiving will help us gain, the joy that we’re
here to frame
We the people, we the people…
