The Book of Amos is a cry against hollow religion and crooked power. From the fields, a shepherd rises, and the Lord speaks through him. I came up from the She-Fold From the dust of Tekoa's land No palace robe upon me Just a word I could not stand I heard the lion roaring I felt the mountains shake The Lord called out from Zion And the sleepers had to wake For the poor were sold for silver For the needy for a pair of shoes Songs were rising in the temple While the truth was being used Let justice roll like waters Let righteousness run free More than incense, more than altars This is what the Lord would see I will not bring him flattery I will not hide the stain Let justice roll like waters Till the land is clean again You lie on beds of ivory You feast and never grieve You drink your wine in comfort while the crushed can hardly breathe I saw the plumb line falling, held against the nation wall And every crooked measure showed a kingdom set to fall I was not raised a prophet, I was not a prophet, son But the Lord took me from tending and said, speak what must be done Let justice roll like waters Let righteousness run free More than incense, more than altars This is what the Lord would see I will not bring Him flattery I will not hide the stain Let justice roll like waters Till the land is clean again I saw the basket ripen Summer fruit beneath the sky I heard the silence coming When the songs and laughter die Yet beyond the shaking judgment Past the ruin and the flame There is mercy for the remnant There is healing in His name He will raise the fallen shelter He will build the breach again What was broken shall be planted What was torn shall stand again The hills will drip with sweetness And the vineyards all will grow After warning, after weeping There is still a river home Let justice roll like waters Let righteousness run free Strip away our hollow worship Till our hearts and truth agree He is holy, He is patient But He will not bless our shame Let justice roll like waters Till the land is clean again From the fields I bore the message From the Lord who sees it all And the lion still is roaring For the proud and for the small