Lyrics
the footprints tell the story
where tired feet wrote each word
where sandals met the desert
and spirits once had stirred
like lines to trace a feeling
like colors on a breeze
we only know its presence
as it whispers through the leaves
where roads wind too uncertain
and shade both time and space
the next step lacks direction
we put one more in place
til we reach the last word written
in the pages of the sand
and we see just dark horizons
from the point where we all stand
and we roll the stone in place
where shadows touch the grave
where one whose life was lost
touches those who might be saved
let our hearts all bow together
let the choir now softly sing
in the moment truth lies bare
and death still has its sting
there's a sense of right within us
when our spirits cry as one
we see our finger traces
written on a wrong that's done
and we're left to grieve in sorrow
praying for a mighty wind
to breathe into the dying
and stir the leaves again
and we roll the stone in place
where shadows touch our shame
and write out one more story
and sign it with our names
when hearts all break together
will haunting words take wing
in the moment truth lies bare
and death still has its sting
let the stone be rolled away
from the tomb where it was placed
where the light of dawn awakens
and shadows are erased
let our path appear before us
with the new life it might bring
when the wrong is no more written
and death has lost its sting