I heard stories about Moses in the desert,
And I wondered if the years he spent there were anything like mine,
‘Cause he ran trying to escape the consequences of mistakes he made,
Never knew you loved him all the while,
Then you called his name.

And I wish you still spoke through burning bushes,
And I wish you still wrote on blocks of stone,
‘Cause the sound of this world’s deafening,
And I’m having a hard time listening,
And I wish your will was still written on the wall.

I heard of two kings: Nebuchadnezzar and his son,
You sent the dreams and visions, and Daniel to figure them out,
They’d listen for a moment and obey for an instant,
And then they’d go their own way, but I wouldn’t know about that,
And you wrote on the wall.

And I wish you still spoke through burning bushes,
And I wish you still wrote on blocks of stone,
‘Cause the sound of this world’s deafening,
And I’m having a hard time listening,
And I wish your will was still written on the wall.

‘Cause I can’t seem to find you,
I just need a little clue,
It doesn’t have to be a parting of the sea,
If you’d just show me your way.

I know you still want to speak to me,
Because I know your love, it healed this heart of stone.

But I wish you still spoke through burning bushes,
And I wish you still wrote on blocks of stone,
The sound of this world’s deafening,
And I’m having a hard time listening,
And I wish your will was still written on the wall.

Written on the wall.