Break the ground so my roots can touch the living and lay me down when my hands are no longer giving Like they've been to me, like a tree among the waters, oh let me be some shade for Your sons and Your daughters, when they wander from Thee. Open up your loving arms, cause I throw my fate on the floor, and I'm looking to a living hope and I know the blood upon my door, on my door, on my door So break the ground so my roots can touch the living and lay me down when my hands are no longer giving, Cause I need to be free, like the joy inside my memory, oh see me through, cause you know how much I need You, I greet You with symphony.