Shadows on Stones

Dawn strikes a new beginning
The sun preaches grace through its rays
As shadows cross, time keeps winning
But the timeless beat of my soul is praise

When the sun sinks below horizons red
The blackness of night blows its breath
And the inclination of my heart is to hide in dread
But it's then that the Son of Man appears again
in that valley of the shadow of death

And He proclaims victory and freedom to the prisoner and captive
He breathes life into dead men's bones and wet clay
This body He turns into a temple where His glory can live
And His commission resonates in these stones. "Lord, haste the day!" -josh