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.