My flesh is afraid but I am not Not of the flood that carved sand from rock But of the silence above that mocks me when I kneel So let’s wager the answers on a game Is silence absence? Is absence pain? Was it man or the lamb that cracked the seal? You drew black You drew black You, you drew black (My flesh is afraid but I am not) You, you drew black (My flesh is afraid but I am not) You, you drew black (My flesh is afraid but I am not)