when all the pain is removed to farthest thought
and the hurt is not so near
only then will i see why we fought
and what i still hold dear
because in the throws
and in the woes
of the battle for the soul
it's first the crown
and then the sound
of my heartbeat soft and low
it's the backwards way that we die for life
and lose that we may find
that testifies through tears and strife
the only Love that binds
the brokenness can be restored
and dead men be made to live
when we hear the knock and open the door
when for riches our rags we give