At our poles water thickens on the face of the deep
What will break or build us will be how we choose to face the weakness
In our own lives
In our own lives we're transparent on the status of our doubts
Oh that it will grow apparent that we can't worship ourselves
We aren't perfected, just invited
And we know God and we don't
But that we could be reminded
When we feel like we're alone
That we're blind men at a service
And our feet are being washed
By the one who is determined to bring out in us the good
For the chance to reach us you'll risk
Being misunderstood