Kiss the Son

"When you've been broken, broken to pieces. And your heart begins to faint 'cause you don't understand. And when there is nothing to rake from the ashes....... But i bow down and kiss the Son. Oh and i bow down and kiss the Son. Let the praise of the Lord be in my mouth. Let the praise of the Lord be in my mouth. Well, though you slay me, i will trust you, Lord. Well, though you slay me, i will trust you, Lord. Though you slay me, i will trust you, Lord. Though you slay me, i will trust you, Lord." - Kevin Prosch