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