Though we're strangers, still I love you,
I love you more than your mask,
And you know you have to trust this to be true,
And I know that's much to ask,
But lay down your fears, come and join this feast,
He has called us here: you and me.
And may peace rain down from Heaven, like little pieces of the sky,
Little keepers of the promise on these souls this drought has dried,
In his blood and in his body, in the bread and in this wine,
Peace to you,
Peace of Christ to you.
And though I love you, still we're strangers, prisoners in these lonely hearts,
And though our blindness separates us, still a light shines in the dark,
And his outstretched arms are still strong enough to reach behind these prison bars to set us free.
So may peace rain down from Heaven, like little pieces of the sky,
Little keepers of the promise falling on these souls the drought has dried,
In his blood and in his body, in this bread and in this wine,
Peace to you,
The peace of Christ to you.
And may peace rain down from Heaven, like little pieces of the sky,
Like the little keepers of the promise falling on these souls this drought has dried,
In his blood and in his body, in this bread and in this wine,
Peace to you,
Peace of Christ to you.
Peace to you,
Peace of Christ to you.
