[Intro] Forty mornings in a land of height, Southward dust, northward road, Cities shut behind their walls, Fruit too heavy for one shoulder. [Verse 1] We carried Eshcol into camp, Proof sweet on the tongue. Then ten reports bent every ear Toward Anak, armor, stone. Caleb rose against the murmur: Let us go up now. [Refrain] We were as grasshoppers, Not beneath their feet, But inside our own imagining. We shrank before the gate And made the faithful word seem small. [Verse 2] Night became a room of crying. Mothers named Egypt as a refuge. Joshua and Caleb tore their clothes; Moses and Aaron touched the earth. Stones lifted in the crowd Until glory stopped the hand. [Bridge] What will Egypt say? What will the nations hear? Pardon this people in the greatness of mercy, Yet do not call unbelief obedience. [Breakdown] One year for every searching day. Graves moving through the desert. The ten false witnesses fell first; The children would receive the land. [Outro] Too late, armor climbed the ridge. The ark stayed where it was. Amalek came down like a closing door, And Hormah ended the song.