Open the gates I can't count all the times that emotion has left me blind My clouded mind, my shots mistaken, about everything that is so blatant I was sold for the weight of my sins Sent to the world as a messenger A descendant of perfect love To separate the dark from above We are what's left; the remnants of the chosen ones Weary, my blood went cold as I searched for what would satisfy Forgotten were the words You spoke, breathing in new life My wicked soul turned like the restless sea Upon your shore I live to be Your hands, Your feet Everything I was created to be. Your Justice sustains me, Your life fulfills me, Oh God. I am the remnant of the chosen one. We are the remnants of the chosen ones I lift my hands to the Heavens, from where Your grace descends Open the gates and let us in I am a wounded vessel counted among the wicked My soul was lost in the ways of man My heart found rest in the palm of your hand We are what's left