There stood a man upon a hill
His face was set, his body still
He stood because no one will
He stood for justice on that hill
His gaze it fell upon the world
Where love was lost and hearts had chilled
He stared at Sodom on that hill
The fate of the world, standing still
So much sin, had it been filled
In his hands he held it all
In one death, does Sodom fall?
In the other mercy, for some or all?
That’s why he faltered on that hill
He must make sure their fate was still
If ten or more he will relent
For his love cannot be spent
Nor his justice be bent
The truth is deep and deeper still
He loves that city on the hill
But deny himself he cannot
So does Sodom fall, or does it not?
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