[Verse 1] Jacob packed his shadow and his bones, Carried every promise he’d ever known, Down that long road lined with fear and flame, Toward a land where the rivers had a foreign name. Stars leaned low like they knew the plan, Wheels kept turning with the weight of a clan, Every step was a prayer in dust and breath, Life walking straight through the doorway of death. [Chorus] I’m crossing over, but I’m standing still, Trusting the road and the Maker’s will. If the night feels heavy, I’ll sing it through, I’ll walk this land like the truth is true. [Verse 2] Joseph stood tall in borrowed clothes, Second-in-command where the wild grain grows, Spoke soft wisdom to a hungry crown, Fed the living while the world broke down. He carved out a place for the ones he loved, In pastureland kissed by the hand of God, Where strangers could rest, raise sheep and sons, And learn that survival ain’t always won. [Chorus] I’m crossing over, but I’m standing still, Trusting the road and the Maker’s will. If the night feels heavy, I’ll sing it through, I’ll walk this land like the truth is true. [Verse 3] Pharaoh asked, “How long you been around?” Jacob laughed like an old bell sound, “Sorrows been many, my days been few, But I’ve seen mercy break on through.” Blest that king with a trembling hand, A wanderer blessing a settled land, Proof that grace don’t know rank or throne, It moves like a river wherever it’s sown. [Bridge] Who gets to stay on the holy hill? The ones who walk steady, the ones who will Speak clean truth and refuse the bribe, Keep their word when it costs their pride. No silver tongue, no borrowed lies, Just open hands and unguarded eyes. [Verse 4] So plant my tent where the cattle graze, Teach my heart unpaved ways, Let me live light, let me live fair, Like every step’s a whispered prayer. I don’t need the crown, I don’t need the sword, Just feet that follow what’s right, not bored. [Chorus] I’m crossing over, but I’m standing still, Trusting the road and the Maker’s will. If the night feels heavy, I’ll sing it through, I’ll walk this land like the truth is true. [Outro] When the famine fades and the dust settles down, When the shepherd rests outside the town, May my name be known by the way I stand, At peace with God, at peace with man.
