Can the sun fade like a morning star?
Can I grow weaker in a wisp of the wind?
Can the moon rise grasping nothing
In the glance of The Lord?
Can the wood creak, breaking its limbs?
Can the sea rise, and sail back into the depths?
Can life spring like rain from the sky?
In the gaze of The Lord?
Can the warrior strike against steel like water?
Can the fire flare and fall to ashes?
Can the light burn, but fall into blackness
In the sight of The Lord?