Из альбома: Must Be More
Blinding darkness all around
Makes it harder now to see
Are you disappointed by my doubt
Or thankful that I still believe
Then I get a little faith
As a gift from your own hands
Father, help me remember
The beautiful tragedy
The cross on which you died
And you'd rather die than live without me
Than live without me
Nothing in the past could help persuade
Your love to chase me down
Like the lover that you are
You bare the nails, you wear a crown
A crown of thorns which mark your claim
And the glory you deserve
Father, help me remember
The beautiful tragedy
The cross on which you died
And you'd rather die than live without me
Than live without me
Than live without me
I believe (I believe)
Oh, I believe (I believe)
You died for me
It's a beautiful tragedy
The cross on which You died
It's beautiful
The beautiful tragedy
The cross on which You died
And You'd rather die than live without me
Than live without me
It's a beautiful tragedy
Beautiful tragedy