No Bread In The House Of Bread

No Bread in the House of Bread No oil to keep the flames bright red Priestly garment fresh and clean Well-built Temples with great storehouses for the poor man's gold We came all the way to Egypt but this Joseph has no food And all the way to the Desert but this Moses did us no good Years at Bethseda yet we still haven't walked Believe as we do yet our mute hasn't talked They put up a sign and write " The Glory of God" but all we see is " Ichabod" Tobia and Sanbalat have found a resting place on the altar of the Lord But this Nehemiah has no message from God And so the wolf has taken our most cherished ones And fed on our children that we sadly found lungs Yet day by day they scream the glory of God is here No bread in the house of Bread No peace on this land upon which we tread