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 sheepfold From the dust

of Tekoa's land No palace robe upon me

Just a word I could not stand

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