The idols of nations are no good.
They're chiseled from fat chunks of old wood.
They're coated with silver and solder.
And nailed down so they won't totter
Like a scarecrow in a melon patch, these idols cannot speak
They must be carried, because they are so weak
Do not fear them, they can do no harm (they couldn't harm a flea)
Nor can they do any good!
No one is like you, O Lord; You are a great God,
No one is like you, O Lord, mighty in power,
No one is like you, O Lord, King the nations,
No one is like you, Lord
Words and music ©2003
Bryon Hake (BMI).
CCLI Song # Pending