Know Death; Know Forever

I had to be broken

To be pieced back together

I had to know death to know forever

I had to be broken

To be pieced back together

I had to know death to know forever

An angel hiding in the heart of a stone

And the sculptors patient means

Cutting through rubble to the bone

To carve her into being

The unsung and lonely orphan

And the namer of names

A refuge and father given

Granting title, will, and claim

Broken; pieced back together

Know death; know forever!

When sorrows rise

The thorns in my side make me alive

I wear my scars like a crown

I had to be lost to be found

When sorrows rise

The thorns in my side make me alive

I wear my scars like a crown

I had to be lost to be found

Oh, captive wearer of chains

And the holder of keys

Deliver ankles and wrists from pain

To abound as eternally free

Broken to be pieced back together

I had to know death to know foreve

When sorrows rise

The thorns in my side make me alive

I wear my scars like a crown

I had to be lost to be found

When sorrows rise

The thorns in my side make me alive

I wear my scars like a crown

I had to be lost to be found

When sorrows rise

The thorns in my side make me alive

I wear my scars like a crown

I had to be lost to be found

When sorrows rise

The thorns in my side make me alive

I wear my scars like a crown

I had to be lost to be found

Broken before the maker

All death will know forever

Will know forever

I wear my scars like a crown

I had to be lost to be found