I sing for joy
In my remorse
A well within prosperity’s curse
That drowns the mighty oak of pride
But feeds the root of God inside.

In You
I find my rest
In You
I find my death
In You
I find my all and my emptiness
Somehow it all makes sense

In You I’m rich
When I’ve been made poor
Comfort found when I mourn
The prideful one You see from afar
Drawing near to low, broken hearts.

In You
I find my rest
In You
I find my death
In You
I find my all and my emptiness
But it all makes sense




Behind the Song:
"Why is it that in my deepest moments of despair, I find the deepest pools of peace? What an alien thing! In Christ I find my death, and in that, I find unexplainable rest. I pray that He would keep us on a beaten down path of dying to ourselves... and there be satisfied." - Shane Barnard