Cursed are those
Who trust in man
Blessed are those
Who's hope is Truth
Like a tree
Planted by the water
The roots grow deep
And reach for the stream
In arid places
The grass grows green
And when the drought comes
It fears no thing
The heart is deceitful
Above all things
It's wicked desperation
Obscures it's ways
The Truth knows minds
And love will map the heart
I lay my life down
I am reborn
