I stumble across writing in the dust,
And in my foolishness I wish it was a message from You.
You know my heart, and know my sin
Of looking for a sign in emptiness,
So I am humbled, but still wish most of all
That You’d speak to me, and tell me
That You are near.
You inscribed on stone and people strayed,
You traced words in the dust, and drove men away.
I want to be engraved on your palms,
For us to walk by each other’s side,
Bound more than a body to soul.