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 you're 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.
by Don Francisco
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