Scribbling in the Sand Songtext
von Michael Card

Amidst a mob of madmen
She stood frightened and alone
As hate filled voices hissed at Him
That she should now be stoned
But in the air around Him
Hung a vast and wordless love
Who knows what luminous lesson
He was in the middle of
At first, He faced the fury
Of their self-righteous scorn
But then He stooped and at once became
The calm eye of the storm
It was His wordless answer
To their dark and cruel demand
A lifetime in a moment
As He scribbled in the sand


It was silence, it was music
It was art, it was absurd
He stooped and shouted volumes
Without saying a single word
The same finger of the strong hand
That had written ten commands
For now was simply scribbling in the sand

Within the space of space and time
He scribbled in the sand
They came to hear and see as much
As they could understand
Now bound by cords of kindness
They couldn′t cast a single stone
And Jesus and the women found
That they were all alone

It was silence, it was music
It was art, it was absurd
He stooped and shouted volumes
Without saying a single word
The same finger of the strong hand
That had written ten commands
For now was simply scribbling in the sand


Could that same finger come
And trace my soul's sacred sand?
And make some unexpected space
Where I could understand?
That my own condemnation pierced
And broke that gentle hand
That scratched the words I′ll never know, written in the sand

It was silence, it was music
It was art, it was absurd
He stooped and shouted volumes
Without saying a single word
The same finger of the strong hand
That had written ten commands
For now was simply scribbling in the sand
The same finger of the strong hand
That had written ten commands
For now was simply scribbling in the sand