look in the garden what do you see? Is it you, is it us, is it me? Touching the same tree, tasting the same fruit, loving the same disease? God stands, his fingers still damp as Creator. God stands, his fingers still damp as Creator… and we’ve already, oh we’ve forgotten our Maker. Oh Israel… oh Israel…

Look to the Red Sea, what do you find? Is it you, is it me in that line? Cursing the same sky, longing for Egypt, believing the same lie? God stands, his hand still outstretched as our Liberator. God stands, his hand still outstretched as our Liberator… and we’ve already, oh we’ve forgotten our Savior. Oh Israel, love your God… oh Israel…

That was the third time, what did you hear? Was it me giving in to my fears? Forsaking the man, betraying the Friend, denying that we ever walked hand in hand? God stands, don’t say a word, it’s the weight of the world. God stands, but don’t say a word, he carries the weight of the world. Oh and we’ve already, oh we’ve forgotten our Brother. Oh Israel, love your God… oh Israel, love your God… oh Israel…

Look to the hillside, what do you see? Oh please don’t tell me that is me pounding the nails into precious hands that taught my broken heart how to stand. God stands, his arms stretched out for me. God stands and blood runs down for humanity. Oh and we’ve already, oh we’ve forgotten our Lover. Oh Israel, love your God… oh Israel, love your God… oh Israel, love your God… oh Israel, won’t you, won’t you, love your God.