Из альбома: Little Red Riding Hood

Our souls
Balanced on a wire
Below is a consuming fire


If there's no room for doubt now
There's no room for us
Inside and out now
He's looking for us

Christ comes
Fills the empty places
To breathe
We must find the spaces

And none of us are safe here in the dark
We try to touch His hand here in the dark

We know it's death to see His glory
We're here
Alive to tell the story

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