Was I made to stumble?
Was I made to fall?
Was I made for these ashes?
And the beauty of it all?
On the one hand I feel loved
And the other I'm forsaken
My mind and my heart
Trapped in such tribulation
You call yourself my Father
But you are my brother too
And you're also my God
Your guiding light shines through
Was I made to stumble?
Was I made to fall?
Was I made for these ashes?
And the beauty of it all?
Your ways are higher
Your wisdom without flaw
Your goodness allows me
To question it all
I pray I can abandon myself
Rest in your saving grace
I pray I'll find a refuge
And a shelter from this place
I hear your call
Shepherd me from this lonely grave
You gave your all
So that every last soul can be saved
Was I made to stumble?
Was I made to fall?
Was I made for these ashes?
And the beauty of it all?
Was I made for these ashes?
And the beauty of it all?
