Webber Andrew Lloyd - The Temple Lyrics

(Moneylenders and Merchants) Roll on up -- for my price is down Come on in -- for the best in town Take your pick of the finest wine Lay your bets on this bird of mine Name your price I got everything Come and buy it's all going fast Borrow cash on the finest terms Hurry now while stocks still last (Jesus) My temple should be a house of prayer But you have made it a den of thieves Get up, get out My time Is almost through Little left to do After all I've tried for three years Seems like thirty Seems like thirty (Crowd) See my eyes I can hardly see See me stand I can hardly walk I believe you can make me whole See my tongue I can hardly talk See my skin I'm a mass of blood See my legs I can hardly stand I believe you can make me well See my purse I'm a poor, poor man Will you touch, will you mend me Christ? Won't you touch, will you heal me Christ? Will you kiss, you can heal me Christ Won't you kiss, won't you pay me Christ? (Jesus) Oh, there's too many of you, don't push me Oh, there's too little of me, don't crowd me Heal yourselves! Webber Andrew Lloyd Lyrics The Temple Lyrics