Rookmaaker

I read Rookmaaker, you Jean-Paul Sartre
The city was taken over by men
In the city of men there are people who can read
But the others are foolish to You

I sing Keith Green, what do you sing?
The city is full of sounds
In the city of men there are people who can hear
But the others are deaf to You

Come, throwing everything out
The truth hastens my time
Come, reveal the new life
Open my eyes now

Come, throwing everything out
The truth hastens my time
Come, reveal the new life
Open my eyes now

I stick with Rembrandt's school
You in Berlin's Dadaism
The city is full of paint
In the city of men there are people who can see
But the others are blind to You

I set up the paradox on stage
You walk mocking the Cross
The city is full of actors
In the city of men there are people who can speak
But the others are silent to You

Come, throwing everything out
The truth hastens my time
Come, reveal the new life
Open my eyes now

Come, throwing everything out
The truth hastens my time
Come, reveal the new life
Open my eyes now

Every time I look for something to read
To hear, look and say for myself
Lord, You know what I want
I do not shy away from the certainty: You are the Life I want

Come, throwing everything out
The truth hastens my time
Come, reveal the new life
Open my eyes now