Joshua slept and the fire burned low The tribes turned back to the gods below They left old thorns in the wounded land And bowed to idols made by hand Smoke on the hills and shame in the air They broke the vow they were called to bear The enemy came and the people cried And the Lord sent help in the dark of night They fell, they wept, they cried to the sky again He heard, he moved, and raised up a judge for them Again and again they fell in the dust Again and again they traded their trust Mercy like thunder, judgment like flame He pulled them out and they turned again No king in the land, no fear in their eyes Each man chose what he called right Again and again through sorrow and fire They did what was right in their own eyes A left hand rose with a hidden blade An ox goat struck where the foe had stayed Deborah called and the riders came A tent stake fell and it ended shame Gideon shook by the winepress wall Still the Lord was over all Trumpets blew and the jaws broke wide And fear ran wild in the enemy line Again and again they fell in the dust Again and again they traded their trust Mercy like thunder, judgment like flame He pulled them out and they turned again No king in the land, no fear in their eyes Each man chose what he called right Again and again through sorrow and fire They did what was right in their own eyes Bow came down but the dark stayed near Gold turned false and blood drew near A vow was made and sorrow stayed Strong hands fell where a woman swayed Eyes went dark in the prison hall Then pillars shook and the stronghold fell But the land was sick and the truth ran dry Still every man chose his own right Again and again they fell in the dust Again and again they traded their trust Mercy like thunder, judgment like flame He pulled them out and they turned again No king in the land, no truth in their eyes Each man loved his own device again and again Till the whole land broke, they did what was right In their own eyes Silver and idols, a wandering priest A woman forsaken, her land diseased Brother on brother, smoking the sky And every man did what was right In his own eyes I love you, I love you, I love you