J. Varnadeau, A.S. Foster

Romans 14, Galatians 5:13-15

You like your fence a picket white

With a gate that opens wide

I keep mine brown the natural kind

Not always pretty to the eye

But I cannot demand that you would do

the same

And I don't have to like your choice or

color of paint

CHORUS

'Cause your fences are not mine

My fences are not yours

Why do we have them anyway

I couldn't ask anymore from you

Than to stay within the city of truth

Why do we have them anyway

These Fences

You've set your boundaries I've set mine

We've drawn the line

You've kept your guard up I've kept mine

We think we're safe inside

Until we find the walls that once

surrounded and protected

Are the walls that now divide

BRIDGE

There is freedom within the city

But there's so much more freedom when

the fences are down