We sweat out in the sun outside
Beloved Jerusalem to pay Caesar Augustus
We're under Herod's hand – the Romans rape and pillage our land
The land that God gave to us
But we're going to make a getaway
When the Savior comes to take away our pain
King David prophesied there'll come a Son
With God on his side to conquer our enemies
I wish he'd come right now – turn Caesar's sword into a plow
Come, Savior, hear our plea
But we're going to make a getaway
When the Savior comes to take away our pain
Yes, we're waiting for a better day
When the glory's restored to Israel again
