To lay in bed, but feel its weight press down on you,
To cry out loud, but feel hands gripped tightly around each word,
To lie wide awake, but feel the darkness swarm over you,
To stretch your hands out, but feel your spirit struck down by ropes that bind,
And to run, but come back to nothing but lies.

O, solider, stop fighting empty wars!
The battle has been won,
Love has overcome.

Let freedom echo out,
Let the trumpets sound out loud,
The Lord rejoices over you!

The spirals are split,
And so have you found the way
To everlasting peace.

O, weary heart,
you are redeemed!

And onto this I hold—
The Love that pulls me close,
The Love louder than storms,
The Love so alive,
The Love infinitely outstretched,
The Love that keeps coming back to us.