I’m tired in my body, I am restless in my soul
and everywhere I look I see the ruin of it all
the valleys being eaten and the people falling down
the voices in the fire screaming evermore the loud
and just as I begin to feel the heat of all the noise
I chase the sound of gratitude and mark it as my choice
I choose to be a Maker of whatever I can make
I choose the side of battlecries against the side of hate
the More You Are the less I am, so let it always be
I need You more than anything and everything I see