Album: Standing Stones
Out on the lonely moor or high upon the hillside
Standing stones are pointing to the sky
Granite-hard and weathered, left to tell a story
You can see them standing so high
Old ones tell the tales while the young
sit back in wonder
At the mysteries unfolding in the songs
Of heroes and their trials,
of our God's awesome glory
Now they are the ones to carry on
Far across the ruins of time,
all down through the ages
You can hear the ancient voices faintly cry
Now you are the stones, you are the stories
Tell the people, Lift your voices, Raise them high
We must stand upon the plains
and in the highest places
And the valleys where all choices must be made
We will rise up o'er the green,
also the bleak and barren wastes
To show the springs where the grace of God has reigned
We're reminders of His love, the lessons of the battle
And a witness to the shedding of His blood
Now we're standing straight and tall, unmoved by wind or weather
Living stones are now the dwelling of our God
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