He didn’t think to write it in a language I could understand
But I wasn’t around so what difference to that kind of man?
Somebody finally decided to tell the rest of us what it meant
But the King’s English confused borrowing and fasting for lent

But then
He whispered
No faith is too great for nails
He whispered
No sin is too large for forgiveness
He whispered
No grave is too deep for a resurrection
He whispered
No prayer is too soft for hearing

The dreamer wrote letters to those that were always awake
Though the distance between then and now changes every day
I became lost not in the words but in how I chose to live my life
I held a promise in my hands but I didn’t know how to pray

But then
He whispered
No rock is too big to move
He whispered
No ocean is too deep to part
He whispered
No bush is too hot to touch
He whispered
No flood is too wide for a dove