BABEL

Hands of clay, a common tongue
Dreams were tall, the work begun
Brick on brick beneath the Sun
We believed the height was won

We said: Heaven hears us now
Built our strength instead of bow
Raised our name, forgot His throne
Called the sky our own

So we climbed on borrowed breath
Chasing glory carved in flesh
Built a tower, shaped by pride
Stone by stone, we reached too high
When the sound was torn in two
We learned what the silence knew
Not every voice was meant to rise
Above the will of God Most High

Words fell strange upon the ear
Meaning slipped, the end grew near
Eyes once sure began to fear
Unity dissolved in air

Steps grew slow, the work stood still
Hands were strong, but hearts were filled
With something louder than belief
Ambition dressed as faith beneath

So we climbed on borrowed breath
Chasing glory carved in flesh
Built a tower, shaped by pride
Stone by stone, we reached too high
When the sound was torn in two
We learned what the silence knew
Not every voice was meant to rise
Above the will of God Most High

He did not break the walls with flame
He touched the tongue, He shifted names
Scattered feet across the land
To save the soul, not shame the hand
What felt like loss was mercy's move
A loving stop we couldn't choose
From broken speech, a future waits
One voice restored at heaven's gate

We don't need towers scraping skies
To feel the truth before our eyes
He draws near where hearts are low
Where humble paths and faith still grow
From scattered lands, from distant cries
He gathers praise across the lines
One day every tongue will say
The Lord alone is lifted high

Not built by hands
Not shaped by pride
The Kingdom comes
When we lay ours aside