THE LAST SIGN...! The Gates of the Temple are displaced The Stones of the Temple lie on the ground The Land that was given must be reclaimed Before the Temple once more will be found. First a Tabernacle housed in a tent Then a mighty stone Temple built to The Lord Thrown down upon the land, built up again, again restored. Long since the remnant scattered about Now they return God's Praises they shout ! As they lift up their voices one pledge they all share to hold on to Jerusalem The Holy City is theirs. Once again they can walk to the Wall And with tears of thanksgivings recount and recall All the years they were kept from the Beautiful Land Now deep is their desire a New Temple must stand. But The Temple taken out of the earth Replaced by another and given new birth. A Living Temple indwelling His Sheep A Holy Temple that never sleeps. O Watchman, Watchman tell us when An earthly Temple will be built again For when they begin with reverence and fear The Spiritual Temple will disappear... D. Sadler - 1980 © All Rights Reserved