Lletres: Neal Morse. Entrance.

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