Michael Card Album: Scribbling in the Sand Track: Scribbling in the Sand
Scribbling in the Sand Lyrics
Amidst a mob of madmen She stood frightened and alone As hate filled voices hissed at him That she should now be stoned
But in the air around him Hung a vast and wordless love Who knows what loom at his lesson He was in the middle of
At first he faced the fury Of their self righteous scorn But then he stooped and at once became The calm eye of the storm
It was his wordless answer To their dark and cruel demand The lifetime in a moment As he scribbled in the sand
It was silence it was music It was art it was absurd He stooped and shouted volumes Without saying a single word
The same finger Of the strong hand That had written ten commands For now was simply scribbling in the sand
Within the space of space and time He scribbled in the sand They cam e to hear and see as much As they could understand Now bound by cords of kindness They couldn't cast a single stone And Jesus and the women found that they were all alone
It was silence it was music It was art it was absurd He stooped and shouted volumes Without saying a single word
The same finger Of the strong hand That had written ten commands For now was simply scribbling in the sand
Could that same finger come And trace my souls sacred sand And make some unexpected space Where I could understand That my own condemnation pierced And broke that gentle hand That scratched the words I'll never know Written in the sand
It was silence it was music It was art it was absurd He stooped and shouted volumes Without saying a single word
The same finger Of the strong hand That had written ten commands For now was simply scribbling in the sand
The same finger Of the strong hand That had written ten commands For now was simply scribbling in the sand
