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?