In the lives of those who follow
There's 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
'Til 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
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
There's 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
'Til 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
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
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