Between the thunder and the lightnings flame
I knew the storm was just a mile away
but it surprised me just the same
when it blew my straw house down
Now I'm standing in the aftermath
with no idea how to build it back
I wonder as I wander through the fields of ash
is there hope to carry on?
Could this, even this, be made beautiful?
Growing up I was told the sun would always rise
and I believed because I was a child
but now it's hard to tell the truth from the lies
when a child is fast asleep
Wake up little boy, I need your faith today
I need your innocence to show the way
when I'm too tired to trust that Love will save the day
and I need your eyes to see
Even this will be made beautiful
Even this will be made beautiful
beautiful
And I know I shouldn't worry
and I should not be afraid
I want to walk across the water
I want to rise above the crashing waves
this fear in me is heavy and I'm scared it's gonna pull me down
so please reach out Your hand
I don't wanna drown
Even this will be made beautiful, beautiful
Even this will be made beautiful, beautiful
There's never been a night the morning couldn't break
or a heart that wasn't forged in the fires of it's own ache
what's left after the storm is left for heaven's sake
for the breaking and remaking of our hearts

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