Look t’ward the possibilities! You’d think they would tease us Into pleasin’ our Jesus.
Should we be better men In all the feelings of anger, The threats of danger?
Peerin’ ‘round corners Tearin’ down walls Are we sisters and brothers?
The world’s grown so small… He is our peace! He is our peace!
What constitutes a holy race? We share Jesus’ blood; Are we adopted as sons?
Sharing in the cup of God Infects us and spreads us United as one.
The world’s grown so small…
This is a holy mystery! The Three are One, now we’re Complete in the Son,
Shake off all the excess of Him— Traditions of men Rip off the dragon’s skin!—
He is our peace, He is our peace!