There is a mark of life

-rooted green-

grown in perfect presence

.

Our tears will soon be gone

.

That defying choice

-dividing flames to death-

this is not our end

.

Our tears will soon be gone

.

A mark of grace

-innocence on a tree-

forever paid our redemption

.

Our tears will soon be gone

.

By this we find

new birth, new longings

for our true country

.

Our tears will soon be gone

.

Look for that dawn

-the finale of our story-

To the rooted green and crystal river

.

Our tears will soon be gone

.

We will enter,

our tear-stained faces

wiped away to bask in His glory

.

Our tears will soon be gone

.

We again will see

the mark of life

Now lined in perfect presence

.

Our tears will be forever gone

.

Flames will never again divide

One life ensured

our perfect peace

.