To be given a gift, without thought of return
Is an act called grace, one cannot measure it
Our world spins upon a material plane, turns
We are beings, dual citizens, flesh and spirit
Souls waiting to be awakened, the flesh alive
Some will rise to live in Elysium, others dust
Some will fly upon winds to Heaven, so trust
Existence comes of a creator who gives grace
We will gain freedom, the chains will break
Our flesh will be celebrated as a beginning
The core of our being is spiritual and forever
Is an act called grace, one cannot measure it
Our world spins upon a material plane, turns
We are beings, dual citizens, flesh and spirit
Souls waiting to be awakened, the flesh alive
Some will rise to live in Elysium, others dust
Some will fly upon winds to Heaven, so trust
Existence comes of a creator who gives grace
We will gain freedom, the chains will break
Our flesh will be celebrated as a beginning
The core of our being is spiritual and forever
