After the Fall (Still Got Love)

He walked alone where the sand met the thunder,
A shepherd’s heart wrapped in ancient flame.
Every dune held a secret to wonder,
Every silence whispered out his name.

He heard the call in the smoke on the mountain,
He felt the weight of the promise rise.
And though the world was thirsty for fountains,
He carried hope beneath the skies.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time.

The nights were long, but the stars were steady,
Lighting paths no mortal feet had known.
A restless people, hearts never ready,
Yet he bore the burden not his own.

He raised his staff and the waters listened,
He spoke of laws carved in sacred stone.
Behind his eyes, the desert glistened,
A fire only heaven could have sown.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time…

Ba-da-dum, ba-da-yaaa…
Mmm-mm, sway low… sway low…
Shoo-doo-wah… desert winds blow…

Some nights he questioned the road before him,
Some nights he stood where the shadows grew.
But every dawn set a promise o’er him,
A fragile world made fierce and new.

He felt the weight of a million choices,
He felt the pull of a distant light.
And in the murmurs of trembling voices,
He found the courage to stand upright.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time.

Oh, he walked where the boundaries fade,
Where heaven and earth strike a chord unplayed.
Oh, he carried a people’s dream,
Through burning sand and a sun supreme.

At the edge of promise he stood in silence,
A life of service beneath the sky.
Though he never crossed into fields of triumph,
His legacy refused to die.

For every heart that remembers the story,
For every soul that still seeks the sign,
His footsteps echo in ancient glory,
A path of dust, a path divine.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time…
held by time… held by time…

So when the night grows heavy…
and the road  feels far from home,
remember all the wanderers who walked for you,
toward promise and toward throne.
remember the wanderer, who walked for you…

Going in Circles

The Gap Band