I believe with this fine sky,
We are meant to be here,
Under this miracle roof,
That stands without any pillars,
It is this faith I've breathed,
Every dawn, every dusk,
When a sky can stand like this,
Since forever to forever,
How can you expect a man to fall?
How can you think He will let a man fall?
You never need anything except faith,
Your faith is what you live and what you die with.