Temple of Stone

Brick by brick with stilts and sticks, you build your empire walls
Trick by trick you punch and kick, until the other falls
You primp and press expensive dress as if God himself would be impressed that
you look your very best
So raise up, your kingdoms and thrones, turn the broken and the weak away
‘Cause God is not in your temple of stone
He’s the outcast of these walls you’ve made
Lip to lip you lie and quip to bring you brother down
You tear and strip then crack your whip to twist a thorny crown
Too proud to share or ever carry burdens you refuse to bear while you stand
afar and stare
So you will be like Jericho and I will sing with a mighty blow, til your walls
come down
There is a kingdom and throne where the weak are never turned away
‘Cause God is not in a temple of stone, he’s with the people who cry out his
name
Brick by brick with stilts and sticks, you build your empire walls