My actions have earned me an outline in chalk, a life spent walking where I don't belong. On my current course this will only get worse, until I surrender and let you crush this curse. We will pick the meat from the bones of the reaper. Our promise land, forever with our keeper. We will end the days when we drifted as sleepers, In His right hand, loved deeper and deeper. Father, you're right and I am wrong. Still, you laid it down and paid for all of my own flaws. Father, the fall was all my fault. So I sing this song. No longer sleeping with doors painted red, we laugh in the face of death and pass over it. We're the ones who came out on top, through a grace the world cannot stop. Backed by the hand that conquered it all. Glory be to God. Amen.