The iron hand it ain’t
no match for the iron rod
The strongest wall will
crumble and fall to a mighty God
For all those who have
eyes and all those who have ears
It is only He who can
reduce me to tears
Don’t you cry and don’t
you die and don’t you burn
For like a thief in the
night, He’ll replace wrong with right
When He returns
Truth is an arrow and the
gate is narrow that it passes through
He unleashed His power at
an unknown hour that no one knew
How long can I listen to
the lies of prejudice?
How long can I stay drunk
on fear out in the wilderness?
Can I cast it aside, all
this loyalty and this pride?
Will I ever learn that
there’ll be no peace, that the war won’t cease
Until He returns?
Surrender your crown on
this blood-stained ground, take off your mask
He sees your deeds, He
knows your needs even before you ask
How long can you falsify
and deny what is real?
How long can you hate
yourself for the weakness you conceal?
Of every earthly plan
that be known to man, He is unconcerned
He’s got plans of His
own to set up His throne
When He returns
Copyright © 1979 by
Special Rider Music
