Fix your feet on the narrow path,
Set your heart on things that last,
Count your days like blades of grass fading fast,
Dust to dust, we wax and wane,
One alone remains unchanged.
Don't wait for the rocks to sing,
Let the cry of the people ring,
Enter his courts with praise,
Enter his courts with praise.
Raise your voice in the wilderness,
We were made for more than this, but we prefer the tents we pitch on sands that shift,
And, though the day grows dim and the shadows fall, across the desert winds the kingdom calls.
Don't wait for the rocks to sing,
Let the cry of the people ring,
Enter his courts with praise,
Enter his courts with praise.
Come in your confusion, all you disillusioned,
It's too lonely in seclusion - come.
Don't wait for the rocks to sing,
Let the cry of the people ring,
Enter his courts with praise,
Enter his courts with praise,
Enter his courts with praise,
Enter his courts with praise.
Enter his courts with praise.
