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
  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 is passes through
  He unreleased 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 falsily 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 return.