Well it's that time again
A time we must endure
And everything will end
Except a love that's pure
Light in the distance
Through the fields we run
Yet by our resistance
Our hopes and dreams are yet begun
Roses and thorns
Thy will be done
A man who's blind can see
If his eyes our open
And the deaf can be
Those who hear what's spoken
Lies and deceitful minds
Will perish in the sea
Yet it's there for all to find
The narrow path to gethsemane
Roses and thorns
Thy will be done
I climb the mountain, I climb the tower
I climb the mountain, I climb the tower
I can see You, I can see You
I can see You