As by the door to get to Heaven

Seven trumpets big and bright

You hear it coming in the middle of the night

A caution to the children

Time to turn your crimson white



We’ve all got reservations

Trials will come suddenly

And without explanation

But you were born with goodness

You were born with goodness

Wherever you go now



I’m right behind you

In the light of hope

I’ll be beside you

On that dusty road

And if you get blind, well that’s alright

Wicked winds blow with grace and might

Cling to the ways of my name

When you touch the stone



Break your word over me

Sinking in the quicksand

Break your word

Don’t you see?

You’re breaking me down now



I’m right behind you

In the light of hope

I’ll be beside you on that dusty road

When no one expects you to deny

And no one accepts your reasons why

You cling to the ways of my name

When you touch the stone



No one expects you to deny

And no one accepts your reasons why

You cling to the ways of my name

When you touch the stone