He saw it burn but not away.

He saw no ash but felt the heat on his face.

If there was ever any hope that we could stand on our own, it was crushed by what he saw on that mountain...

The glory of the latter house is much greater than the former one,

and it was never in the structure but the Builder himself, and nothing will remain forever if it's not made new again...

I remember that not every rain stops falling down when the earth is nourished.

I can see now that not every flame is kept steady burning till the wood is ash...

I'm not gonna make it if You don't remake me. No, I won't ever make it unless You remake me.

I'll carry Grace like a flame. Only You could refine. Perfect! Perfect!

Find in me the things to stay. Burn us bright but not away... bright but not away.

I'll carry Grace like a flame. Only You could refine. Perfect! Perfect!

Strip away all that remains. Burn us bright but not away... bright but not away.