In the distance, I hear the church bells ring
The choir is gathering this morning to sing
Praises to the Son and his Father in Heaven
The Angels shout and their words do beckon
The bells chime the time to the hour
telling us all it's time to gather,
to come give thanks for His great gift
and remind us His justice is mighty and swift
Somewhere in town, a young mother can't come.
She's down on her knees and praying for some
small measure of peace and understanding.
Trying to remain meek and never demanding.
The bells keep ringing,
Their song never changes,
They chime in rhythm
For The Rock of Ages.