The road stretched on before me
like a path to adventure
A destiny revealed
in a turn, over a hill
What are we if we do not make
What are we if we do not mold
What are we if we do not see
What are we if we have no soul
Look inside and choose to create
Look inside and choose to behold
Look inside and choose to be
Look inside where the truth is told
I am the Way
Death where is your sting
Blessed are the meek
Come unto me
Truth is knocking
I will ask the Father
Lie down in green pastures
Love is not boastful
If anyone loves me
Truth is whispering
Whatever you ask
We are no longer children
Who has deceived you
Choose this day
Truth is talking
This is my house
Flee immorality
Your sin makes you dead
You brood of vipers
Truth is screaming
I want to know
I will come to you
My God, My God
He abides with you
Truth is crying
I will come again
Feed my sheep
Touch my side
I go to prepare a place
Truth is singing