Do we mourn for the deeds done in Zion?

Do we cry for iniquity there?

Do we stand with the marked on our foreheads?

Do we sigh for Her state of affairs?

Do we enter the Temple with weapons?

Do we fear what is there, unaware?

Do we hear when God says?, “Have no pity”

Do we value His mark that will spare?

 

Begin at the ancient of standing

Begin at the hole in the wall, 

It begins in the darkness of their chambers,

Begins with the images you saw.

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Do our idols fill walls of our temple?

Do our chambers of imagery call?

Do our backs turn away from his altar?

Do we remember to worship at all?

Do we not hear the sound of wings coming?

Do we not hear God’s voice when he speaks?

Do we not see white in linen approaching?

Do we not feel his hand ‘neath our wings?

 

Begin at the coals of the altar,

Begin cast a handful to air, 

Begin with God’s glory and His brightness

It begins with his glory, it is there.

 

Do we not see the whole now united?

Do we not see the body, hands, wings?

Do we not see the faces anointed?

This the creature, of all living things.

Do our idols fill walls of our temple?

Do our chambers of imagery call?

Do our backs turn away from his altar?

Do we remember to worship at all?

 

Ezekiel 8:8 (KJV) Then said he unto me, Son of man, dig now in the wall: and when I had digged in the wall, behold a door.

Do We Mourn For The Deeds Done In Zion? (Ezekiel 8)

Hymns For His