We hang our heads low

In the stillness of the air

Like half-mast flags on flag poles

O we've been tattered

Tossed to and fro

Like rag dolls

This tempest roars and intimidates

The beast as she lies in wait

Hidden as her dark canopy

Dresses and disguises her

With terror and mystery

Misunderstood yet menacing

Misunderstood yet menacing...

Are we forgotten, alone

Is there still yet hope

Am I forgotten, alone

Orphaned hearts with an orphaned soul

"Have you ever felt so fragile?"

We hang our heads low

As in the stillness of prayer

We spout off our requests

O we've battered

And bruised by the fall

From which we've shattered

Of men, we are messes

And we fear the calm

With groans of agony

That become a pale symphony

The image of God

Yet mirror blind to His imagery

Yet mirror blind to His imagery...

But look to the stars, my son look to the shores and count the vast expanse of my thoughts toward you. O if you can only number the grains of sand, maybe you can know just a fraction of my good plans for you.

And how I long for you to know me as YOUR FATHER.

O don't you know my child, you are enough.

YOU ARE ENOUGH.

You were built for a kingdom that will not fade

You were worth the war

You were worth the price I paid

O violent grace

O violent mercy

That saved a wretch like me

O violent grace

O violent mercy

The blood that purchased my destiny