We lost our bearings following our own mind. We left conviction behind fear of the future. Springing from the sins of the past. Hiding the hope that would last.
One by one. We climb the mountain of ambition. One by one. And we bow at the altar of tradition. One by one. . Somebody tell me what are we building. You know the house of cards will tumble.
Thank you for this torn embedded in my flesh. I can feel the mystery, my spirit is made fresh. You are sovereign still and forever wise. I can see the miracle opening my eyes.