you can't take me through this line
its a bitter way between
choosing doesn't make me grow in this better way to dream
you cant take me this time
crawling under the streets
you wont break free this life
its trying to survive
dying to believe

Ruminate through me as the ache of trees
The quiet joyful tears of rain
Which ripple and shake
The ground beneath

These stars, this shimmering gleaming shine
Never tasted half so sweet in mind
As when I am with you
And underneath

We were never promised,
A rose garden life would be,
But something so much better,
That God wants to set hearts free.

We're asked to open our hearts,
There, God wants to come inside;
And make each life happier
Having Joys there multiplied.

God promised that He'd love us,
And listen when we do pray;
The greatest heart Physician,
Answers our calls night and day.