Even in the wreckage and amidst all the ruins,
There’s a hope that surpasses
There’s a truth standing firm.
With my eyes wandering throughout,
Holding fast to this world
He’s in constant pursuit of those who have fallen.
Like a lover stricken with an aching soul,
Is He who still inches nearer.
And I with my dirt, my grime
Have been made clean –
I’ve been forgiven.
And yet the whirlwind moves forth
And the worries continue:
It is my Maker who breathes love,
It is He who is here.