We groan
for the world we are meant for
and the Savior we long to see.
Crying,
“Lord Jesus, come! Make all things right!”
The light of Your presence is our joy.
No
darkness can dim the light of Your promises,
no trial compares to the joy waiting for us.
It’s not worth comparing
To the day we’ll see your face
When your glory surrounds us,
The people you’ve redeemed.
Every pain will fade in the presence of the Lamb.
The best is yet to come.
Hope in the Ashes 