Empty promises, etched in stone, are scattered by the wind to places I have known,
All the burning lamps by the window pane, lit for their return, but they never came,
I lose myself in deep regret, still I hear a voice that I can't forget.

It says we will run where roses grow, our feet unbound at last,
Laugh as morning dawns; the night forever passed,
See the face of glory, feel the river flow,
Hear the voice of God and run where roses grow.

Fading hope is gathered where the sky grows dim,
But somewhere it's raining, but it's drought...drought within,
Out across the desert - was it fate or was it chance'
I saw clouds approaching where I took my stance.

They say we will run where roses grow, our feet unbound at last,
Laugh as morning dawns; the night forever passed,
I see the face of glory, feel the river flow,
Hear the voice of God and run where roses grow,
Hear the thunder rolling - can you hear the horn'
I'm climbing Jacob's ladder up, up, up through the storm.

Stand with me at the mercy seat, with mounds...mounds of ashes spread about my feet,
You know who I am...all I think I know,
You see it...see it in the...in the marrow, buried deep in the bone,
How is there no anger in the words I hear, only love and mercy erasing every fear'

They say we will run where roses grow, our feet unbound at last,
Laugh as morning dawns; the night forever passed,
I see the face of glory, feel the river flow,
Hear the voice of God and run where roses grow,
Hear the thunder rolling - can you hear the horn'
Climbing Jacob's ladder up, up, up through the storm.

Oh, oh.

We will run and not be weary,
We will walk, walk, walk and not faint,
One day, every eye will see him, and you will look into Jesus' face,
We will run, run, run, run and learn to walk...walk where roses grow,
Oh, we will run where roses grow.

One day, oh.