Does darkness rule or does the light?
Or are they stuck in a truce?
And what's the substance: death or life?
Is one a lie and one the truth?

The chaos and order we claim for a fact
It's either a battle or a balancing act
But what is that pulse that's humming under all that?
A Timpani in the toil
A symphony in the soil

The strummers strum
The drummers drum
Love's rhythms through all things
The minor rifts
The major lifts
Processions of our King

The chaos and order--the fictions and facts
We think it's a battle or a balancing act
But listen! Redemption's so much deeper than that!
Timpanis in the toil
Symphonies in the soil