God on a cross; who would have thought it? This place looks nothing like Eden But there is no death here in the ruins This is the land of the breathing
Out past the fear Doubt becomes wonder, doubt becomes wonder Rivers appear And I’m going under, I’m going under!
Here in the wild, my hands are empty And yet I’ve had all I needed There is no drought here in the desert I’ve found a water that’s living
Evergreen, evergreen The tree of life is evergreen
