Though we're strangers, still I love you
I love you more than your mask
And you know you have to [bad word] this to be [bad word] And I know that's much to ask

But lay down your [bad word] and join this feast
He has called us here
You and me

And may peace rain down from Heaven
Like little pieces of the sky
Little keepers of the promise
On these souls, this drought has dried

In His Blood and in His Body
In this Bread and in this Wine
Peace to you
Peace of Christ to you

And though I love you, still we're strangers
Prisoners in these lonely hearts
And though our blindness separates us
Still His light shines in the dark

And His outstretched arms
Are still strong enough to reach
Behind these prison bars
To set us free

So may peace rain down from Heaven
Like little pieces of the sky
Little keepers of the promise
Falling on these souls, the drought has dried

In His Blood and in His Body
In this Bread and in this Wine
Peace to you
Peace of Christ to you

And may peace rain down from Heaven
Like little pieces of the sky
Like those little keepers of the promise
Falling on these souls, the draught has dried

In His Blood and in His Body
In this Bread and in this Wine
Peace to you
Peace of Christ to you
Peace to you
Peace of Christ to you