You were a bonfire
creation, the ash coming off Your flame
i am a shadow
thrown to the ground by the Light You gave
You are a Mending Force
patching up wounds,
making dead things breathe
i am a fracture
split to the core, but You could fix me
You could fix me

so we wait for the day we’d rise
from the darkness inside us
when every good and broken thing
will meet You there
on that golden shoreline
and we won’t need the stars to guide us
there’s a New Light in the sky

You are a writer
twisting the plot so the words don’t fade
i am the margin
framing the side of the phrases You lay
You hold the best intentions of gravel and
dust in Time and Space
i am the friction
between bending the knee and running away
running away

so we wait for the day we’d rise
from the darkness inside us
when every good and broken thing
will meet You there
on that golden shoreline
and we won’t need the stars to guide us
there’s a New Light in the sky

and it’s break through, even now,
it’s breaking down
the fears we’ve called our refuge
and even now, we can see the faintest Light
like a crack in Time—
like You’re already there
and You’re calling us home
to the new world that You’ve grown

so we wait for the day we would rise
oh, we wait
my God, we wait
but for how long?