If these walls could speak and the stories we could hear If the pews recorded every time you weren't here If the winds did carry the faintest whispers of your heart If the night did echo with the fears tearing your faith apart If in the roaring waves we heard your insecurity If the thunder rolled out your doubts and questions of my ministry If the fiery flames displayed your sins in their shadow To this gospel would you hold or would you fly like a wayward arrow Would you only stand strong in me When the trees sang out your victories If the clouds began pouring out disaster Would you still be here long after If the sound of the rain coming down with a splash Resounded the times my will and yours clash If the mountains boomed with the sound of your failure Would you leave my way filled with anger If the world was against you and the weather turned gray Would you leave in search of sunshine or with my people would you stay For of lukewarm saints