SPLIT ROCK OF AGES (BALLADS OF THE EXODUS)
Now with the sea to our back and Midian before
The people began to resent the Lord
For bringing us out to a land with no water
Forgetting that He had just saved us from slaughter
They grumbled to me saying "Moshe why?"
Did you lead us out of Egypt just to let us die
Here in the desert under the blazing sky
They almost stoned me with rage in their eyes
Then the Lord said, "Take your staff in hand
Meet me at the rock of Horeb where I'll stand
With you as you strike it like you struck the Nile and
Water will break forth at My command
So I did and He did and the people did drink
Their fill of water, pushed to the brink
There in the moment, I began to think
How all of these things may have a link
To something much deeper, than we could then see
Like whispers, shadows, and prophecy
About a Man who'd be broken a King who would bleed
Our nation's Messiah who would hang on a tree
The rock that was broken that was shattered through
It points to another another who
Will come to be broken broken in two
To fulfill all His words that He'd spoken in truth
There in that moment we didn't understand
That salvation must come through blood of a Man
That will rush like the water from the rock by my hand
As part of His wondrous mysterious plan
The One who will come won't be struck by wood
But by the Father's wrath, the only thing that could
Make atonement for all of us on that Day
Through the blood that will flow from His holy veins
As the water it flowed to the people down below
From the split rock and the broken stone
The nation drank of what they don't know
They drank of a magnificent glorious hope
The split rock of Horeb oh how it prophesies
Of a coming Messiah who will be broken to satisfy
The thirst of the nations of Ishmael and Isaac
To pay the ransom for you and I
There's a day coming, a day on the way
When our messiah will bleed and make a way
For all of the seed of Adam and Eve
Who've long been languishing in fig leaves
All of these things, they are whispers of glory
They are shadows of substance, at the heart of the story
Like the blood of the Lamb, The split stone at Sinai
It points us to a Man, through a story that prophesies
Come all you weak
Come all you thirsty
To the Rock of ages split for you and me