Lyrics Dancing on the Doors - John Mark McMillan

Dancing on the Doors

See the wall, see the writing on it
See the wind, see the One who rides upon it
See the mighty and the high all hang their head
He burns like the rage of a firmament fire
Falls with the weight of a jealous desire
Like a downpour dancing on the doors
Of the sleeping and the dead
Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
This ain’t no kind of religion
Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
This ain’t no kind of religion
This is love
Hear the song sung by the fiery tongues
Hear the bending bows of blood bought sons
Hear their voices in the flood and lift your head
See the night roll over for the day and
See the move of the heavenly parading
Like a downpour dancing on the doors
Of the sleeping and the dead
He comes like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
This ain’t no kind of religion
It’s like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
Like rain falling over us
This ain’t no kind of religion
This is love
This is love
This is love