With teeth like daggers, the world will cut your throat You are so fragile in your blood-stained coat In weak wool shields you hide, leaving pain festered inside And you still swallow your pride, make yourself alone You run as fast as you can to escape the Shepherd’s hands You run as fast as you can Make yourself unknown These strings like shackles perceived as heavy weight As gravity tackles every mistake Severance has made you cold From everything you called your home Your sedition fathered from emotion Has kept you from the Shepherd’s hands As you razed your ties, He stood with arms wide You are not a stray The kingdom follows wherever you stay Dark wool won’t paint you black Ignorance won’t forsake your path It was carved in stone Every time you lost your way I promise you I called your name And when you thought I left you behind I was hoping I’d cross your mind From the garden to the grave I promise you I called you by name You were born from fire that saved The earth from the shadows of an empty grave I have claimed the throne Imago Dei, I’ve claimed the throne