I never knew you but you seemed to be, to me, a great man
wise as a serpent and gentle as a hillside white lamb
we heard your voice

we saw your choice
it's written on us
I wish I'd know you and learned the way to walk the narrow path

but I am grateful that you left your words to follow like a map

within the dark land you gave us a lamp

by which we might see
we heard your voice
we saw your choice

it's written on us
and we walk the ground that you shook
we read the words in your book

and learn how to break our own ground
all the lambs will roar beautiful sounds