|
I see a man with hair as white as wool |
|
Whose tongue's a sharp edged tool |
|
With feet like burning brass |
|
"Come", he says, "I'll be your guide of sorts |
|
Into the outer courts |
|
I have made a way |
|
For the unclean ones to come into the gate |
|
To the weakest ones I will give my strength |
|
And the lowest ones, they will be brought higher |
|
Let the unclean ones be washed in the fire" |
|
I am afraid I'll stay where I am |
|
But the Spirit takes my hand and gently leads me in |
|
There is the laver; He drops me in the bath |
|
It's like a sweet heart attack |
|
And I hear his voice again..... |
|
Let the unclean ones come into the gate |
|
To the weakest ones I will give my strength |
|
And the lowest ones, they will be brought higher |
|
Let the unclean ones be washed in the fire |
|
Sweet elation come on, come on |
|
I'm part of the Holy Nation |
|
And the past is forever gone |
|
Wash and see the looking glass |
|
Second heaven's coming fast |
|
Seven candles so bright, so right |
|
The incense burns on the mantle |
|
As we eat the bread of life |
|
And in third heaven's Holy Grail |
|
Awaits behind the final veil |
|
After all with our backs against the wall |
|
We seek the temple of the living God |
|
After all with our backs against the wall |
|
We seek the temple of the living God |
|
We seek the temple of the living God |
