There's a ship out on the desert
Hull as dry as bone
Wind blows through her rigging
And sets the ragged sheets to moan.
On the deck there is a Captain
Spygla** to his eye
He believes that God Almighty
Will not leave him high and dry.
On the shifting, shifting sands of time
On the shifting sands of time
God stretches out his hand
Makes an ocean from dry land
Sails us home across the sands of time, the shifting sands of time.
Now we walk upon this desert
That stretches far and wide
No water for our children
But the salty tears we've cried.
Yet faith will build a new ship
And turn this sand to foam
And the One who made both sea and land
Will sail us safely home.
On the shifting etc.
He is sifting
We are drifting
Sails us home across the sands of time.