The Zealot's Blindfold

Your tradition was an illusion A monstrous pillar of ash Towering high Blacking out the sky The illusion of substance As we pulled 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'd 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 [Chorus] 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 (The Lamb to bring the sword, blaze rise higher) 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 for too long in the dark I'll show my face I'll bear Your name No longer afraid [Chorus] 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 (The Lamb to bring the sword, blaze rise higher) 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? If he is for us, who can be against us? Against us? [Chorus] 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 If he is for us, who can be against us?