Why, 
for what do we strive that will bring, 
bring us closer 
No human deed will show us approved 
For two thousand years we've chocked on our efforts 
Only to lay down and die 
Things change 
And things stay the same 
Through all these trials 
I cannot compose myself 
Till there is a time 
That no heaviness 
Fills my heart 
I cannot compose myself 
So in all this there must arise a plan 
A strategy to subdue the schemes 
For generation upon generation God retained a silence 
That shattered the hears of men 
And for a season, all else, all else failed 
Because I'm different 
There is no other name 
Given among men whereby 
They might be saved in all these years 
When men crawled the earth 
Choking on his tears 
No composure nor completion reigned 
No self-righteous cleansing 
Leaning on the strength of self or another man 
No human effort can bring holiness 
Or even the strength to stand 
There is no explanation for this reasoning 
The only thing in life that is constant is Jesus.