It's the light when it finds you in the bottom of a ship going down

It's the blood on the bible and memories chasing you down

It's the kindness of strangers and the patience of love while you heal

It's the giving in slowly, it's the long, winding loss of your will.

It's the long surrender

On our knees where heaven gets found

We will wait with the lost and weary

While you turn the weight of our sorrows into a crown.

It's the new of the morning when your city is burned to the ground

It's the knowing that everything rises from the hem of your gown

In the weakness of man, there lies a power so fine

No weapon can break it, no circumstance will change our minds.

It's the long surrender

On our knees where heaven gets found

We will wait with the lost and weary

While you turn the weight of our sorrows into a crown.

Oh, oh, oh...

Oh, oh, oh, oh...

It's the long surrender

On our knees where heaven gets found

We will wait with the lost and weary

While you turn the weight of our sorrows into a crown.

While you turn the weight of our sorrows into a crown.