In Irons Disregarding The Command Of God We Keep The Tradition Of Men Lyrics

Standing on the shoulders of giants and biting at the
ankles of God.
Building castles of philosophy and doctrine; of piety,
tradition, of rhyme and reason.
Of all the foolishness of man, what act of Godlessness is
this?
Complacency doesn't make way for compassion.
Building up our names doesn't prepare the way (of the
Lord).
We're defiling the bride one sacrament at a time.
We're deferring our hearts from the one thing to fill
these gaps. Eternal life is to know the Father and to bear the burden
of His heart: caring for the widow and the orphan.
This is pure religion.* I'll speak righteousness into
this generation.
We are warriors carrying the presence of God, breaking
strongholds under the banner of Christ.
When will the sleepers arise?
I will prophesy, rise up dry bones!
You will live!
I will prophesy, rise up O sleepers.
Your eyes will be opened.