The way to find our selves is

In the fires of our sorrow

Do we look around expect to see the wind

Could we prevent the trials

That we face with each tomorrow

Can't we see this is the world were living in

When suffering restores us

Burns away the empty shallowness

And softening the heart

To be broken bread and poured out wine

When it rains it pours turns a life into a chalice;

There to nourish every soul one at a time

We do wrong should we refuse to listen to the Master

Who went on before that we walk in His steps

Before too long we run away and running even faster

We fail to see the promise that He kept

And suffering restores us;

Burns away the empty shallowness

And softening the heart

To be broken bread and poured out wine

When it rains it pours; turns a life into a chalice;

There to nourish every soul one at a time

To love is to be broken

But to love nothing and no one

We must close our own selves up

Shut all the doors

And let no one in

Locked within ourselves

Where it's safe and dark and motionless

Where love will cease to be

And all the while the air is wearing thin

Chalice

When suffering restores us

Burns away the empty shallowness

And softening the heart

To be broken bread and poured out wine

When it rains it pours; turns a life into a chalice

There to nourish every soul

One at a time