and all that will ever be,
yet when my heart begins to fail,
A mighty arm is holding me,
holding me from within the veil.
Like a roar the wind blows
and I can see no storm’s end,
but hope will outlast the rising flood,
Because I’m anchored to the One,
the One who speaks a better word.
Clinging to the rock that clings to me
My Father’s words will prevail
Eternal love sealed in blood
pierces the dark of stormy gales,
Light pierced the dark in a stormy world.
With a better word,
You speak Your life into me,
because your precious blood
has set me free.
It’s the final word,
instead of guilt, I’m reconciled.
Every promise I long for,
I know You will fulfill.
Hope in the Ashes 