We [people] spend so much time feeling so small and less than and insignificant and diminished because we see ourselves through our own lens.

We are born with a lingering hunger We are born to be unsatisfied We are strangers who can't help but wander And dream about the other side.

Only when we're broken are we whole.

Did You wrap yourself inside the unexpected so we might know that Love would go that far?

I believe in the rest of the story. I believe there's still ink in the pen.... and someday all that's hazy through a clouded glass will be clear at last.

We [people] spend so much time feeling so small and less than and insignificant and diminished because we see ourselves through our own lens.

And if the Son has set us free Then we must be, free indeed Let the chains fall away, starting today. Everything has changed I'm finally free.