It's cold and dark, and hell's come to taketh away So stand your ground... So stand your ground.... and start to pray You are the One You came and un-crowned King (You are the One) A Father for His family You are the One You're over-whelming me (I bow my King) We are, the Chosen Ones We are, the Chosen Ones We are, the Chosen Ones The Chosen Ones, are we I call out Your name The stars tell of Your grace And I feel you breathe in me And I live through wood and nails And I feel you breathe in me And I live through wood and nails And I feel you breathe in me And I live through wood and nails Look at the birds of the air, They do not sow or reap or store away in barns, And yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth more than they? A shame I, I cannot hide Your grace flows and overcomes my tides My darkness, a pain I hide Your blood spills, my pain subsides Are you worth, worth more than they?