And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul.

Honesty is such a lonely word Everyone is so untrue Honesty is hardly ever heard And mostly what I need from you

I see You hanging there, nailed to a splintered wooden beam, Drinking pain and sorrow, breathing agony.

There are moments in your life where you hear a song, and it strikes a chord (pun intended) in your soul.