Entrance
Neal Morse
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, Ill 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 Ill 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
Its 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
Im part of the Holy Nation
And the past is forever gone
Wash and see the looking glass
Second heavens coming fast
Seven candles so bright, so right
The incense burns on the mantle
As we eat the bread of life
And in third heavens 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