It\'s all you. What can man do?
Without you there\'s no breath.
No plans to make, no fans, no fakes; to offer an offence.
Freedom isn\'t lost: it comes with no cost; we just need to pass his test.
To choose is divine, what\'s yours is mine: hand in hand we ride:
Though troubles come: beloved of one; with you ther is no doubt.
To trust you, my dear: to death us do part: to rise with your glory; shine light in the dark:
You place your signs for all to see: where is the glory? Was that meant to be?
Man is looking: looking away; following idols; blindly engaged:
Man follows man: rooted in vanity; the end result?
Insanity.
Clouding the spirit: darkness it falls: but the light shines in the darkness; and with it he calls:
All who are simple, gather around:
But what has he done?
This only Son:
He\'s come to call his bride.