land of the free

Little Elba how’s the sun in South America? Does it shine upon the faces of the poor? Do they see in it the brilliance of the place that’s been prepared and dwell upon the hope of what’s in store?
Or are they just like me? Do they only seean opportunity to complain about the heat?

Little Elba, how’s the rain in South America? Does it fall upon the rooftops of the sick? Do they thank the Lord for coming up with such a great idea and dream about a place beyond all this?
Or are they just like us? Do they gripe and fuss about the rain and mud
when they’ve had too much?

‘Cause I’m just a little jealous... of the nothing that you have. Unfettered by the wealth of a world that we pretend is gonna last. They say God blessed us with plenty- I say you’re blessed with poverty. ‘Cause you never stop to wonder whether Earth is just a little better than the Land of the Free

Well, I’m weary of the spoils of my ambition and I’m shackled by the comfort of my couch. I wish I had the courage to deny these of myself and start to store my treasure in the clouds.
‘Cause this is not my home, I do not belong, where the antelope and the buffalo roam.

And I’m just a little jealous of the freedom that you have. Unfettered by the wealth of a world that we pretend is gonna last. They say God blessed us with plenty- I say you’re blessed with poverty. ‘Cause you never stop to wonder whether Earth is just a little better than the Land of the Free.

So I hope you’re safe and dry in South America. ‘Cause I’m feeling pretty good in Tennessee. May you never be so happy you forget about your home...Your home in the Land of the Free.
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Lyrics and music by Andrew Peterson.

This song ran constantly through my head while I was in Ecuador. I thought I would share the lyrics with everybody.

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