Oh, gracious Lord, I'll ask you time and time again
To bring me a fire that is right and a pair of eyes that are bright
So that I may see the remnants of my shaven wool in the ash
Teach me once more how to cleanse myself in the rain that you pour
And fix my broken bones anew
So that I may come back to you
Chisel at my heart oh, chisel at my heart
Mold my being akin to the purity I let them tear apart
Let me see, Lord, let me see
So that I can be forever faithful to the mirror image of me
