Entrance

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, "I'll 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 I'll 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

It's 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

I'm part of the Holy Nation And the past is forever gone

Wash and see the looking glass Second heaven's coming fast

Seven candles so bright, so right The incense burns on the mantle As we eat the bread of life And in third heaven's 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