In The Temple Songtext / Lyric

Surely the stone will cry out...

cry out from the wall

and the rafter will answer back

it is finished He has loved them all

from the framework he remembers

Himself... what he looks like in the mirror

He does sing over himself just to hear

...just to hear

this is not my home

this is not my home... I am nomad






Spread out above the heads

of the living creatures

a crystal vault of glass reflects

His holy features

it is not possible to be renewed again

this is done is done is done

the lamb the lamp the son

the lamb the lamp the son

in His temple now

His tent of flesh and bone



Blessed be Egypt my people

Assyria my handiwork

Israel mine inheritance

the black and spotted sheep

they shall be my wages

to the uttermost for thy possession



O upright one

you make the way

of the righteous smooth

what shall we say

of such wonderful things

of the fruit of lips

that confess Thy name

that confess Thy name

O upright one

You make the way

of the righteous smooth

of the light of day

o righteous one