Come To me
We were souls laid down
Hung with thorns above our springs
This third place in the night profound, the eternal sponge of fear
Eternal rust embraced the grave
Inherently life finds a place
In our open heart
But the tide is low and mountains high
The comfort glitzers never pass by
In the quiet cheer the angels sing
The peace, oh Lord, where grace abounds
No fear, no pain, just perfect love
Let's dance!