The Church On Main

I took a drive past the church on Main, Same cracked steps, same weathered stain, Saw an old man kneeling by the gate, Hands folded like he's holding weight. I pulled over, asked him why, He said, "Son, you ever watch the sky? Ever wonder why the stars still shine- When the world's so lost and the heart's so blind?" I didn't know what to say to that, So I sat down on the curb and we both looked back. He said, "I hold on to splinters and stone, Trade in my pride for a love unknown, When the sky fades, when everything's lost, I still cling to the rugged cross." I ran my fingers through the dirt and dust, Felt the weight of the words that he said to us, Like the echoes of a song I used to know, From another life, another road. Told him, "Man, I got doubts sometimes, Faith ain't easy when you're stuck in the grind. Got a cross on my chain but a war in my mind, Got questions that I leave behind." He just smiled like he knew that script, Said, "Boy, I've been where you sit." "I hold on to splinters and stone, Trade in my pride for a love unknown, When the sky fades, when everything's lost, I still cling to the rugged cross." I said, "Does it get any easier?" He said, "No, but you get stronger." I said, "What if I let go?" He said, "Then He holds on longer." And when my voice is a whisper in time, And the world keeps moving past, I'll hold on to splinters and stone, And the cross that always lasts.