In the midst of this [bad word] pain, when it's too dark to see.
 Can Your hand reach down to this pit i've made?
 Can You save me?
 Please save me.
 When I realize the life You gave, bringing me to light, like the scales have finally dropped off from my eyes.
 You restored my sight.
 Now I can find.
 We are chosen, we are called. 
 We belong to the kingdom.
 Now I can't make a pact with this empty world, and I refuse to play nice.
 Your blood's been dripping into my eyes, and You paid my price.
 I saw the one seated on the throne, crystal clear as the sea.
 And he beckoned, [bad word] up here, my child."
 I could feel him breathe.

 And the angels sing: 
 "Holy, holy, holy God. 
 Do you see him? Do you know? [bad word] up here, we will show you your God in heaven seated on our praises, exalted in the sound of our hearts lifted.
 Banner waving.
 All is love.
 He is love."