All In Your Hands

We have risen from the garden You have laid to waste All for your love Paint the cross white, burn the car The records are erased All for your love Always some distraction in the way The more I think of consequence The more I lose my faith Wait a bit for mercy, it's too late Whether we come through or down is All in your hands All in your hands All in your hands All in your hands All in your hands What of this destruction in your wake? All is haunted, all we've grown Is burning while we wait For the retribution you will face If it comes to one, it comes to all In your Hands All in your hands All in your hands All in your hands All in your hands All in your hands All in your hands All in your hands All in your hands All in your hands