It's cold and dark, and [bad word] [bad word] to taketh away
 So stand your ground... So stand your ground.... and start to pray
 You are the One
 You came and un-crowned King
 (You are the One)
 Father for His family
 You are the One
 You're over-whelming me
 (I bow my King)
 We are, the Chosen Ones
 We are, the Chosen Ones
 We are, the Chosen Ones
 The Chosen Ones, are we
 I call out Your name
 The stars tell of Your grace
 And I feel you breathe in me
 And I live through wood and nails
 And I feel you breathe in me
 And I live through wood and nails
 And I feel you breathe in me
 And I live through wood and nails
 Look at the birds of the air,
 They do not sow or reap or store away in barns,
 And yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
 Are you not worth more than they?
 shame I, I cannot hide
 Your grace flows and [bad word] my tides
 My darkness, a pain I hide
 Your blood spills, my pain subsides
 Are you worth, worth more than they?