The iron hand it ain t no match for the iron rod
The strongest wall will crumble and fall to a mighty God.
For all those who have eyes and all those who have ears
It is only He who can reduce me to tears.
Don t you cry and don t you die and don t you burn
For like a thief in the nightHe ll replace wrong with right
When He returns.
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
He unleashed His power at an unknown hour that no one knew.
How long can I listen to the lies of prejudice?
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
Can I cast it asideall this loyalty and this pride?
Will I ever learn that there ll be no peacethat the war won t cease
Until He returns?
Surrender your crown on this blood-stained groundtake off your mask
He sees your deedsHe knows your needs even before you ask.
How long can you falsify and deny what is real?
How long can you hate yourself for the weakness you conceal?
Of every earthly plan that be known to manHe is unconcerned
He s got plans of His own to set up His throne
When He returns.

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