The Zealot's Blindfold
(专辑: Being As An Ocean - 2015)
Your tradition was an illusion, a
monstrous pillar of ash towering high, blacking out the
sky; illusion of substance. As we pull that tower down, we saw Heaven kiss the
ground. Oh G-d, the
Life that shot through our bones. We cried out for water driven from stone. To finally meet the
Shining One, that we might praise, as They shown. A
connection we could own, someone to stand firm as stone. Withstanding the
wave, no matter how uncertain. When times appear grave, You will carry our burdens. This could be the
Light; this could be the
Fire, the
Lamb to bring the
sword. Blaze rise higher. We must make this right, for our need is dire. Look how they are healed with a
touch! His cloak, a
wrinkled hand reached to brush, see all infirmity turn to dust. Granted sight to the
ever blind. Touch of spit and mud; or was the
main ingredient Love? Could this really be the
one to draw the
oppressor's blood? Withstanding the
wave, no matter how uncertain. I've fought in the
dark for too long. I'll show my face, I'll bare Your name. No longer afraid. This could be the
Light; this could be the
Fire, the
Lamb to bring the
sword. Blaze rise higher, higher. We must make this right, for our need is dire. Withstanding the
wave, no matter how uncertain. When times appear grave, You will carry our burdens. If he is for us, who can be against us? This could be the
Light; this could be the
Fire, the
Lamb to bring the
sword. Blaze rise higher, higher. We must make this right, for our need is dire. If he is for us, who can be against us?