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
