Temple

Holy of holies, Tell your stories

Paint us a picture of all that we have missed
We were a nation, felt the sensation

In the place Heaven and earth kissed

Stayed in the guest room, gave of our best fruit

Picked up our homes, a moment to be with you

Blast of the trumpets
There were hundreds of thousand pilgrims
Wives and children too

Immersed in water, money to paupers

Our sons and daughters danced the night away
Gathered together, good and bad weather

Sang the songs to glorify your name
Carried our baskets, Priest receives it

Though we longed to glimpse beyond the veil
Shared of our plenty, No one left empty

There was blessing in the land of Israel

Oh eh he, Theres a place for all

Oh he ho, There’s space when there's love

Oh eh he, Shine the light for the people's hearts to soar
That describes what the temples good for

There's no black nor white
No reasons to fight each other
We all belong to the almighty king of kings

Maker of peace, angels sing his glory

I wannabe close to the energy
T
he creator of man and everything good

It's beyond us
To describe what this world
Could and would look like if we
Treated a man like we should

Using righteous scales

Give of our selves, for the greater good

Sharing our wisdom, not another ism

Love is enough to bring healing to the world