I've been watching the frailty of man,
As you struggle to get a hand.
Situation and circumstance,
Make it hard to find God in these flames.

I've been thinking with heart on the ground,
That it's always the cross then the crown.
And the fire scorching around,
Is the consuming fire of His grace.

And I know, not pretend
And I know, not pretend
That this has a happy ending.

So hold on now, my faint hearted friend,
In this weakness His power begins.
And the shaken hope left within,
Leaves the purity of your faith.