Hands in the Dust (Orchestral Score)

[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]