[Downbeat Hook] Before I formed thee, the calling stood, Before the faces, the word was good. [Verse 1] Before the breath, before the name, A word had marked the road I never chose. I said, I am young; my mouth is small, But fear was not accepted as a wall. [Chorus] Before I formed thee, the calling stood, Before the faces, the word was good. A hand touched speech where silence had been, Root out the lie, then build again. [Verse 2] An almond branch watched winter’s delay, A boiling pot leaned northward toward the day. Kings would resist, priests sharpen the blame, Yet bronze does not bow when God gives the frame. [Bridge] They fight the messenger, not the source of the flame, Before I formed thee, I knew thy name. [Final Chorus] Before I formed thee, the calling stood, Before the faces, the word was good. Root out the lie, then build again. Before I formed thee, I knew thy name.