For triumph over pain and death The cross, the bed, the grave

Your weakness ain't a wall but a door to let him in An open hand where healing can begin

!-Scars on my knuckles, marks from the war Falling down again, but I’m reaching for more

!-Late night neon paints the walls Your dreams shrink while the silence calls

When you lose the world and its fleeting song You’ll find Jesus was your everything all along