He's been walking on this dusty road
Sorrow written deep within his eyes
Crushed beneath the weight of his load
He stumbles on through cold winter skies
Barely hanging on to the cliffs on the mountain side
In his brokenness he cried, a small part of him has died
At the end of his rope with a burning ember of hope
He fell upon his knees before the Son's nail scarred feet
Years go by of failing time after time
This rugged mountain he has tried to climb
Tears fall like raindrops from the sky
As everything he loves is passing him by
Barely hanging on to the cliffs on the mountain side
In his brokenness he cried, a small part of him has died
At the end of his rope with a burning ember of hope
He fell upon his knees before the Son's nail scarred feet
Slipping off the edge towards the rocks below
With weary feet and bleeding hands
The air grew cold, as the wind began to blow
As he reached out for the shepherd's hands
Slipping off the edge towards the rocks below
With weary feet and bleeding hands
The air grew cold, as the wind began to blow
As he reached out for the shepherd's hands
Barely hanging on to the cliffs on the mountain side
In his brokenness he cried, a small part of him has died
At the end of his rope with a burning ember of hope
He fell upon his knees before the Son's nail scarred feet
He's been walking on this dusty road
Sorrow written deep within his eyes
Crushed beneath the weight of his load
He stumbles on through cold winter skies