Doves circled the skynAnd light shone downnWhile we stood knee-deep in the streamnnChords rang out warm and clearnSweet major chordsnAnd they were ones and fours and fivesnnAs we stood there, so straight and stillnOur hair blowing softlynAnd our shirts and pants were all whitenAll linen and gleamingnnWind came out from the treesnA voice spoke out clearnIt clearly spoke down from high abovennYou are my chosen onesnChosen to benThe way that you've already becomennThen the trees all groaned and they swayednThe wind roared, the earth shooknThen it all went quiet at oncenThe air cold and stillnThen we all walked back up the trailnNo one said a wordnWe got to the cabin and packednWe packed up our thingsnnYou are my chosen onesnChosen to be the way that you've already becomenYes, you're chosen to benChosen to stay the way that you have been all alongnnOnce rehearsal is donenOpen the gatesnLet heaven's floodgates open widenNow, rehearsal is donenOpen the gatesnLet heaven's floodgates open wide