Outside the camp,
no one's cheering
You feel lonely and small
Out there, no one needs reminding
Stuck outside the city wall
Life can dry up and blow away
Like that rest less desert sand
Jesus, what do you think you're do ing
outside the camp?
Outside the camp, you can smell it
Vultures are picking at the bones
When the sky hints at the darkness
All the mockers run for home
Cast your lot and divide the spoils
of this dying son of man
Jesus, what do you think you're do
ing outside the camp?
Outside the camp someone's laughing
It's a hideous disgrace,
like a lamb led to the slaughter
In this
God -forsaken place
I hear the moans of the dying souls
They're begging for the end
Jesus, what do you think you're do ing
Outside the camp
Let us go with him, outside the gate of health,
wealth and prosperity
Outside the camp, onto the
Calvary road
Outside the camp, see them coming
First a trickle then a flow
They're hungry for forgiveness
They got nowhere else to go
Grace is never cheap or easy
It puts nails in hands
Jesus knew what he was doing
Outside the camp
Jesus knew what he was doing
Outside the camp
Oh, suffering in that place
But there's pain and there's disgrace
And there's everlasting grace
Outside the camp
Outside the camp