[Please note: I am not sure of the words to the first and last lines of the third verse. Sorry.]
There you stand, arms out and wide
The Word is like a puzzle and the pieces we try to hide
Gather us together under your almighty wings
The desert is so dry, the Promise Land is green
Scarecrow Messiah propped up all alone
Will they hear you shout when you call your children home?
Hand...
Hand...
Hand to the plow, forgiving multitudes
Give them compassion, why are they afraid of you?
They are inexcusable in their vain imagination
Pray for Sodom, Gomorrah, and this wicked generation
Scarecrow Messiah propped up all alone (all alone!)
Will they hear you shout when you call your children home?
[spoken bit]
There laid upon the cross and the truth it stands for
The Saviour of Redemption stands kncking at your door
They say "if God is love, how could he be so cruel?"
Fantasy is their life; their judge is like a fool
