Pray

Listen to my voice
We are gathered here today
To speak of things we have to do
And the friends we have to call
From the middle ground
From the darkness

It's been many years
Many years
Since we have faced a danger such as this
There is nowhere left to hide
No safety in old glories
No sanctuary

I've seen the same nightmare in all our dreams
But now it's come to earth in search of us
And through treachery, we are found
So we must pray to the maker of all things
And wait for the storm to come

Maker
We are disciples to your desire
Maker
We are the voices that sing your whispers
Maker
We are the rage that feeds your devotion
Maker
Rise from the ground and be our salvation