Texty: Thrice. Stand And Feel Your Worth.

Wake, stand and feel your worth, O my soul.
Kneel and know the word that can save us all.
Come to die.

We are fuel and fire both, we are water.
Wed with wine and ghost.

We are wrought with breath and dirt, washed in second sight.
Woven through the earth, wreathed in rings of light.
We will wield a second birth, whet our wits and knives.
Wrap our knees in earth, wrap ourselves in light.

Wake, we will weigh and drink this cup, we will burn.
But we will not burn up.

Wake, feel your worth, O my soul.
Speak the word, the word that can save us all.
Awed by grace, I fall on my face,
And scream the word that can save us all.