Hands in the Dust (Sweeping Orchestral)

Verse 1

Heat on the stones

Morning hangs heavy with dust

Crowds pressed to the walls

Holding their breath in the hush

One man folded in pain

Eyes like an empty cup

Shaking hands on the ground

Too tired to look up

Pre-Chorus

Sand in his hair

Trembling shoulders

Every cough

Echoes older

Then footsteps

Soft and certain

Shadows part

Like a curtain

Chorus

When His hand

Touches dust and bone

Every crack in a broken soul

Feels known

Golden air

Fills my lungs again

I was lying in the street like death

Now I stand

Verse 2

Simple cloth on His back

Lines of worry

Yet rest in His face

He kneels in the heat

Turns the street to a sacred place

Fingers over my scars

Warmth pouring under my skin

Silence swelling like waves

As light starts rising within

Pre-Chorus

Eyes meet mine

Calm as water

Voice so low

But it thunders

People stare

Hearts surrendered

Time slows down

As it shatters

Chorus

Bridge

[choir in the distance

Wordless]

I feel stone turn to river

Dry breath finding a song

My legs remember living

The weak made strong

Gasps from every doorway

Mothers clutch their hands

Some fall down in the dust

Some just can’t understand

Chorus