The night is long, the road is wide,
the air burns cold, the winds confide.
Yet who shall stand against the dawn,
when love itself has led us on?
He spoke the world from silent dust,
to walk the road that bled to death.
Then tell me now, what man shall rise,
to lay his claim, to call me lies?
What tongue dare whisper I am lost,
when He has paid the final cost?
No sword, no stone, famine's hand,
no raging tide, nor desert sand,
no shadow cast from heights untold,
can break the bond my spirit holds.
The earth may shake, the sky may fall,
the grave may stretch its silent call.
But love has struck its burning mark,
no depth can drown, no night is dark.
So let them come with tooth and chain,
with fire's breath, with flood and rain.
No reckoning stands, no verdict stays,
for He is love beyond all days.