Weak from the journey, the long travelling days
Hungry to worship, to join in the praise
Shock mad with anger that burned on His face
As He entered the wasteland of that barren place
Chorus
And the Lamb is a Lion who's roaring with rage
At the empty religion that's filling their days
They'll flee from the hug
Of the Carpenter's strong arm
And come to know the scourging anger of the Lord
Priests and the merchants demanded some proof
For their hearts were hardened and blind to the Truth
But Satan's own law is to sell and to buy
But God's only way is to give and to die
Chorus
The noise and confusion gave way to His word
At last sacred silence so God could be heard
