You sang the stars,
out of darkness, You composed a fire
You called the world into form
out of chaos
yet, for all of that noise,
You dwell in the quiet places
You’re the Truest Form
of which i am but a shadow

so, what can i say
about the things You’ve done
when i was a broken promise
You made me another one

You crafted my frame,
out of earth, You formed my complexion
You called it good
but we both know
now i’m something different
yet, for all of that noise,
You pull me to quiet places
You’re the Purest Love
of which i am but a taker

so, what can i say
about the things You’ve done
when i was a broken promise
You made me another one

You found me in my desperate raging
You called my name like You know how it is
like every doubt that i’ve ever lain in
You’ve called Your own and You understand it

because the Word became flesh
that Bright Light descended in darkness
the Image, it spread
and colored the fear a deep shade of wonder
for all of that noise, we fell into quiet places
for the only Hope
for the problem we cannot escape