If You Could Tell A Story;

The skies lay low where you are; on the earth you rest your feet. Yet the hands that cradle the stars are the hands that bled for me. In that moment of glorious surrender, you were broken for all the world to see. Lifted out of the ashes, I am found in the aftermath.

Freedom is found in your scars. In your grace, my life redeemed; for you chose to take the sinner’s cross as you placed your crown on me. In that moment of glorious surrender was the moment you broke the chains in me. Lifted out of the ashes, I am found in the aftermath.

In that moment, you opened up the Heavens to the broken, the beggar and the thief. Lifted out of the wreckage, I found hope in the aftermath.

Jesus, I know you’re with me.
I know you’re with me here, and I know your love will light the way.

All I have I count it all as loss, but to know you and carry the cross, knowing I’m found in the light of the aftermath.