4th century BC
Plato
- Idealism — forms over particulars
- The Republic ethic: “God is not the author of evil”
Lyrics
[Chorus]
A camp with no walls, a camp with no walls,
Wherever His people sing.
You will not find it on a map,
But you will find the King.
[Verse 1]
The walls are made of people,
Pressed in close and warm.
The roof is just His covering
That holds off every storm.
[Verse 2]
There is no door to lock at night,
The way is always wide.
The cornerstone is Jesus Christ,
And the camp is His own bride.
[Chorus]
A camp with no walls, a camp with no walls,
Wherever His people sing.
You will not find it on a map,
But you will find the King.
[Verse 3]
There is no steeple pointing up,
No bell up in a tower.
The singing is the only bell we have,
And love is all our power.
[Bridge]
Where two or three are gathered up,
He said that He is there.
He never said a sanctuary,
He never said a square.
The camp was always flesh and blood,
The brethren and the Lord.
They buried it in brick and stone,
But the church walked out the door.
[Chorus]
A camp with no walls, a camp with no walls,
Wherever His people sing.
You will not find it on a map,
But you will find the King.
[Outro]
A camp with no walls,
A camp with no walls.
Wherever His people lift the song,
He is in the midst of it all.
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