dancing on the doors

John Mark Mcmillan

See the wall
See the writing on it
See the wind
See the one who rides upon it
See the mighty and the high all hang their head

He burns like the rage
Of a firmament fire
Falls with the weight
Of a jealous desire
Like a downpour knocking on the door
Of the dead

Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
This ain't no kind of religion

Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
This ain't no kind of religion
This is love

Hear the song sung
By the fiery tongues
Hear the bending bows
Of the blood bought sons
Hear their voices in the flood
And lift your head

See the night roll over for the day and
See the movement of the heavenly parading
Like a downpour dancing on the doors
Of the sleeping and the dead

He comes
Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
This ain't no kind of religion

It's
Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
This ain't no kind of religion
This is love
This is love
This is love