I heard stories about Moses in the desert And I wondered if the years he'd spent there Were anything like mine 'Cause he ran trying to escape The consequences of mistakes he made Never knew You loved him all the while Then You called his name And I wish You still spoke through burning bushes And I wish You still wrote on blocks of stone 'Cause the sound of this world's deafening And I'm having a hard time listening And I wish Your will was still written on the wall I heard of two Kings, Nebuchadnezzar and his son You sent them dreams and visions And Daniel to figure them out They'd listen for a moment and obey for an instant And then they'd go their own way But I wouldn't know about that And You wrote on the wall And I wish You still spoke through burning bushes And I wish You still wrote on blocks of stone 'Cause the sound of this world's deafening And I'm having a hard time listening And I wish Your will was still written on the wall 'Cause I can't seem to find You I just need a little clue It doesn't have to be a parting of the sea If You'd just show me Your way I know You still want to speak to me Because I know Your love, it healed this heart of stone But I wish You still spoke through burning bushes And I wish You still wrote on blocks of stone The sound of this world's deafening And I'm having a hard time listening And I wish Your will was still written on the wall Written on the wall