Q.Stone & Pro Fide -maxi single

Sanat

Soul Walls

Those cell walls towered over me
I sure hoped to outgrow them,
so I could see outside

Without reason I counted all those bricks,
not expecting even a weak spot
or a door or windowpane

Those cell walls
Yes, my sordid and filthy soul-walls

Well, my cell walls, I conceales them best I couls
choosing pictures beautiful,
didn’t change the walls at all

Then it hit me, this cell would do me in
someone had to come here!
And who could it be?

I banged these walls in desperation
when at last I gave up,
in the silence was a knock

You came into this empty room of mine,
and into this evil wall
made a door – into light

Song Of Barabbas

I see him and have to hang my head
Should run away but have to stay right here
The crosses cold, their shadows cast
over the people waiting for a man to die

Why just him the one who has no sin,
had to accept the sentence of Barabbas?
The innocentman has to suffer death,
and I go free despite my evil deed

Over me is raised
the shadow of the cross
Is this your end – man from Nazareth?

You’re a king, that’s what they say to me
I see your crown cut into your head
I can only guess what your pain is like
must you suffer a stranger’s fate?

I close my eyes on the cross I see myself
down deep I know that’s what I deserve
When I lift up my face and dare to look ahead
I see you, and I can live forevermore

You Did It For Me

Oh, how they hurt You
Oh, how they laughed
oh, how they wounded Your loving heart

They were strong and able
when they nailed Your hand
Oh, didn’t they understand

You made the earth
by Your command it moves
they mocked You ‘come down, king of the Jews’

Somebody heard You wailing
somebody told me You cried
the sky turned black when You died

Oh, I know
You did it for them
You did it for me

They despised Your glory
The only Son of God
into the mud they trampled Your crown

You gave Your life
to set me free
I belong to You eternally

The Final City

When the sun goes down the asphalt’s still burning
with the heat of the day gon be
And when yesterday is hardly giving up,
you can already feel tomorrow coming on

Behind the ever-gleaming glass of the city
man’s eyes are blurred out by pain
The shadows of the neon never lengthen,
but man’s face grows gloomy and dim

Get me off of these streets, I’m longing for home
I am yearning for the final city
Take me out of here, I am crying in pain
I am weary for the city of God

Where the city grows cold and harsh
where a whimpering man steps out
Where I once heard God’s own voice
now there’s only the echo of my words

The rat race makes no sense at all
man tries and tries again,
even though he keeps right on dreaming,
yet the truth just can’t be changes

Right in the heat of the city
I feel Your love is real
In the asphalt jungle I live out
Your eternity

On these streets my Creator’s spirit
patiently seeks for souls,
stopping and pleadin with each one
to save the world from hell!