[singer A] In the dark of nights as I sit And depths I plumb from deepest holes Tribute I pay to my Creator For the grit, the metal, the heart, and soul For no matter how deep nor dark it be I've not bowed nor bent, nor broken Nor questioned my mortal fate, In words unsoftly spoken [transition] [singer B] There’s a truth I won’t speak An old wound I can’t heal A Soul that won’t break And a man who can kneel For a reed that can bend Is a bough that won’t break No matter the loss Or the lonely heartache It’s those brave ones among us Who lift up their gaze And invoke the divine Who live longer days For no one will suffer Like Christ on the Cross You think you know pain You think you know loss [singer A] For it matters less this mortal coil Compared to the Hereafter In wretched chains and fire burn Or the Love of my Creator For it matters less this mortal coil Compared to the Hereafter In wretched chains and burning fire Or the Loving arms of my Creator
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