[Verse 1]
The morning breaks
The sun begins to rise
A masterpiece painted
Across the skies.
Yet in the glow
A hollow ring remains
Like falling mist
Or summer’s ending rains.
Without the Hand
That set the stars in place
We’re only shadows
Searching for a face.
[Verse 2]
The mountains stand
So resolute and tall
But in the silence
We can feel the fall.
A desert land
Where nothing ever grows
A weary heart
That only winter knows.
The breath of life
Is but a fleeting sigh,
Unless the Spirit
Answers to our cry.
[Chorus]
Without Him, what are we?
A ship without a sea
A bird with broken wings
That longs to be set free.
Without Him, what are we?
An echo in the canyon
A flame without the spark
A wanderer in circles
Lost within the dark.
He is the Vine
The Root, the Living Key
For truly
Without Him,
What are we?
[Verse 3]
We build our towers high
Into the air
And drape our lives in things
We shouldn't wear.
But stone will crumble
Gold will surely rust
And all our pride returns
Into the dust.
Unless the Architect
Provides the soul
We’re broken pieces
Begging to be whole.
[Chorus]
Without Him, what are we?
A ship without a sea
A bird with broken wings
That longs to be set free.
Without Him, what are we?
An echo in the canyon
A flame without the spark
A wanderer in circles
Lost within the dark.
He is the Vine
The Root, the Living Key
For truly
Without Him,
What are we?
[Soft Acoustic Guitar Solo]
[Pre Chorus]
(But in His love
The empty cup is filled
The storm is hushed
The restless heart is stilled
We find our name
Within His holy light
The dawn that breaks the longest,
Coldest night).
[Chorus]
Without Him, what are we?
A ship without a sea
A bird with broken wings
That longs to be set free.
Without Him, what are we?
An echo in the canyon
A flame without the spark
A wanderer in circles
Lost within the dark.
He is the Vine
The Root, the Living Key
For truly
Without Him,
What are we?
(Without Him, what are we?)
A ship without a sea
A bird with broken wings
That longs to be set free.
(Without Him, what are we?)
An echo in the canyon
A flame without the spark
A wanderer in circles
Lost within the dark.
(He is the Vine
The Root, the Living Key
For truly)
Without Him,
What are we?
(Without Him, what are we?)
A ship without a sea
A bird with broken wings
That longs to be set free.
(Without Him, what are we?)
An echo in the canyon
A flame without the spark
A wanderer in circles
Lost within the dark.
(He is the Vine
The Root, the Living Key
For truly)
Without Him,
What are we?
(Without Him, what are we?)
A ship without a sea
A bird with broken wings
That longs to be set free.
(Without Him, what are we?)
An echo in the canyon
A flame without the spark
A wanderer in circles
Lost within the dark.
(He is the Vine
The Root, the Living Key
For truly)
Without Him,
What are we?
For truly, without Him,
What are we?
Oh Yes, truly,
Without Him,
What are we?
DavidOchoaCamara1978