Lyrics:

As by the door to get to Heaven, seven trumpets big and bright
You hear it coming in the middle of the night
A caution to the children, time to turn your crimson white
We've all got reservations

Trials will come suddenly
And without explanation
But you were born with goodness
You were born with goodness wherever you go now

I'm right behind you
In the light of hope
I'll be beside you
On that dusty road
And if you get blind, well, that's all right
Wicked winds blow with grace and might
You cling to the ways of my name
When you touch the stone

I break your word over me
Sinking in the quicksand
Break your word, don't you see?
You're breaking me down now

I'm right behind you
In the light of hope
I'll be beside you
On that dusty road
When no one expects you to deny
And no one accepts your reasons why
You cling to the ways of my name
When you touch the stone

No one expects you to deny
And no one accepts your reasons why
You cling to the ways of my name
When you touch the stone