Who will find the stones, the twelve did lay?
Only the Chosen, did my Lord say.
Only the true Believer.
Only the pure in heart magnified in his glory.
Can touch the Covenant of God.
Who will lead the way, to the promised land?
Will there be a circumcision, before we part our way?
Who will know the way, in the blind mind dark?
Only the chosen, did my Lord say.
Only the chosen, will know the way.
Only the true believer
Only the pure in heart magnified in his glory,
Can be God's scout.
Who will enter the Kingdom?
Who will carry the Ark?
Who will lead the way, in the blind mind dark?
Only the chosen, only the pure in heart.
Magnified in his glory, only the father's choice.
Written by Geraldine H. Wooley
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