(Verse 1) Born in Tarsus, a scholar of the law In the shadow of Gamaliel, he found no flaw A Pharisee of Pharisees, with zeal like a flame He breathed out threats in the Holy Name Saul was his title, a hunter of the way Leading the faithful to the chains where they lay He stood by the coats while the stones began to fly Watching the first of the martyrs die. (Chorus) For what is a heart but a stone to be turned? What is a fire if the bridge isn't burned? In the grip of the Maker, the small becomes vast The first of the shadows is the light that will last One soul surrendered, a world set in motion A drop of resolve that becomes an ocean Oh, see what a life in His hands can become When the music of heaven beats the heart like a drum. (Verse 2) On the road to Damascus, with a scroll in his hand To scatter the believers across the dry land But a light from the heavens struck the noon to a shroud And a voice like a thunderclap broke through the cloud "Saul, why do you strike Me?" the Savior did cry As he fell to the earth with a scale-covered eye Led by the hand, a blind man in need The lion was broken, a new life to seed. (Chorus) For what is a heart but a stone to be turned? What is a fire if the bridge isn't burned? In the grip of the Maker, the small becomes vast The first of the shadows is the light that will last One soul surrendered, a world set in motion A drop of resolve that becomes an ocean Oh, see what a life in His hands can become When the music of heaven beats the heart like a drum. (Verse 3) He rose from the water, the name of Paul on his breath To preach of the Life that had conquered his death From the courts of the Caesar to the ships on the deep He sowed in the spirit for the nations to reap With letters of fire and a back scarred by rods He pulled down the idols of the silver-tongued gods The prisoner of Christ, yet finally free To show every captive what a witness can be. (Verse 4) Now you stand at the threshold, the light at your door You can’t claim the darkness or the scales anymore For being blind is a shadow, but seeing is weight What will you do now you’ve passed through the gate? The power is calling, it’s ancient and true The hands that moved Paul are reaching for you Don't waste the vision, don't silence the call For the grace that found one is the grace for us all. (Outro) In His hands, we are fashioned In His hands, we are known The clay and the Master Never alone God’s hands made us all God’s hands made us all.
