Everything back where it belongs.nStrings I cut and tied up once again.nAnd neatly hold out your resilience.nMove out into a new circumstance.nnAnd the fears of what hasn't happened yet turn into nJoys of what may come to pass.nAnd all these things turn somersaults inside your stomach,nLike acrobats at the circus.nWe're acrobats in the circus.nnAnd all this falls into place.nAnd all this falls into place.nAnd you and I, we fall into placenCompletely dependent on grace.