I can almost feel the hand of God
reaching for my face
to wipe the tears away, and say,
“It’s time to make everything new. Make it all new”
This is our hope.
Out of these ashes… beauty will rise
and we will dance among the ruins
We will see Him with our own eyes
Out of these ashes… beauty will rise
For we know, joy is coming in the morning
in the morning.
-Steven Curtis Chapman-