We are the light giving renegades.
The underground triumvirate.
Eleminating barriers and cultural apartheid.
We are certainly no saints,
having sinned so much before.
But our unwholesome conviction
swept the shores to Jericho.
We built our own Jerusalem out of plastic bricks.
The wall of bricks and mortar was shattered with our sticks.
Our sword of truth and armour was God’s huge mighty hand.
We changed the panorama and shone his light around.
His beacon full of promise, we praised the Lord our God.
Our sacrifice your solace, a victory for justice and the fall of the diabolical.
While the goats all shout hysterical.
We keep our heads above the water,
unbury Dead Sea scrolls.
Find Christ within his fishing boat, sailing us to home.
Our Lord and God and master, the victor of our creeds
Helped by his absolution and faith within.
His light giving, faith consuming renegades.
Hiding in the chapel, healing with his love.
The light giving renegades are furnished hand in glove.
With God our lord and master, we offer all to you.
Who has saved us from disaster and brought us safely through.