In the lives of those that 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 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 your wondering too long So again you search the scripture, and again you ask your friends But last of all the One who knows 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 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 our freedom, to hear Him is release To fix your heart and soul on Him is rest and perfect peace