Drawn to thy beauty, grace rains down; I choose this drowning than a drought – Where ten thousand are called mine own; Yet, deny thee and live without. Skilled not enough to understand; Words unheard, find their voice through thee; As I reach out then find thy hand; I see light take darkness from me. Chaos knits together unity: Thoughts run free, once captive in chains; Cleansed from fear in thy purity; Would I leave, canceling such gains?