From my mothers wonb to quarter age
Had the book but didn’t flip the page
My eyes yjer see but my spirit strays
And on my knees I finally see, I finally see

That we walk by faith and not by sight
Breathe in our fear and then steer clear
In brookeness we can finally share
And with love we can truly repair, truly repair

So roar you when thunder
Break these chains from under and be free
Trumpets sound in victory
Sinners shout ther defeat and are free

The scars you left for my eyes to see
For the doubter I was to be
Hand in hand I sink in disbelief
That all along you were um place to be
My place to be