Verse:
In the lives of those who follow
there is going to come a time,
when rhythm starts to stumble
and singsong swallows rhyme.
When imaginations crumble,
false foundations turn to dust,
towers fall to piles of stones
and girders into rust.
Till you let the blood of Jesus
wash the rubble from your mind,
and your eyes again can see the one
you almost left behind.
When theology's in tatters
and reason is absurd,
still your soul in silence
and listen for His word.
Verse:
So many turns, so many ways,
so many voices cry
standing at the crossroads
watching time go flashing by.
Indecision paralyzes,
it's the fear of choosing wrong.
But waiting is a step itself,
and you're wondering too long.
So again you search the scriptures,
and again you ask your friends,
but last of all the one who's known
the beginning from the end.
In the clamor and confusion
and the blindness of your choice,
still your soul in silence,
and listen for His voice.
Verse:
Rome is full of ruins,
Babylon is gone.
The temple's just a memory
that some still dwell upon.
But deep within a place that
sword and veil had once denied,
a tree of life is growing,
living waters flow beside.
Far beyond all human reason
and words upon a page
His glory lightens all who fret
their hour upon this stage.
To know Him is out freedom,
to hear Him is release.
To fix your heart and soul on Him
is rest in perfect peace.
Repeat:
Far beyond all human reason
and words upon a page
His glory lightens all who fret
their hour upon this stage.
To know Him is out freedom,
to hear Him is release.
To fix your heart and soul on Him
is rest in perfect peace.