He saw it burn but not away
He saw no ash but felt the heat on his face
If there was ever any hope we could stand on our own
It was crushed by what he saw on that mountain

The glory of the latter house is much greater than the former one
And it was never in the structure but the Builder himself
And nothing will remain forever if it's not made new again

I remember that not every rain stops falling down when the earth is nourished
I can see now that not every flame is kept steady burning till the wood is ash
I'm not going to make it if you don't remake me
No I won't ever make it unless you remake me

I'll carry grace like a flame
Only you can refine, perfect, perfect
Find me in the things to stay
Burn us bright but not away, bright but not away

I'll carry grace like a flame
Only you can refine, perfect, perfect
Strip away all that remains
Burn us bright but not away, bright but not away