Lyrics:

every kind of pain that we don’t talk about
hangs like a weight
in the deepest part of ourselves
every kind of pain that we keep in the dark
spreads like a plague
through the country of what we are

but the God of the Lighter Load
can take the weight of the pain we hold
until the sting becomes
about much more than the pain
it’s the place that we dwell
in a living Hope,
the architecture of the ones who know
that, in the end, healing comes like the day:
from the night

the secrets that we keep
cake like coals on our brains
burning back the sheets
on the beds we made to keep us safe
the secrets that we keep
fix our eyes on the door
because we know the truth
will chase us out in the morning

but the God of the Lighter Load
can take the weight of the pain we hold
until the sting becomes
about much more than the pain
it’s the place that we dwell
in a living Hope,
the architecture of the ones who know
that, in the end, healing comes like the day:
from the night

we will find there is grace enough to hide
every fear in the cleft of Your might
we will find there is grace enough to hide
every ache in the cleft of Your might
in the wound in Your side

because the God of the Lighter Load
can take the weight of the pain we hold
until the sting becomes
about much more than the pain
it’s the place that we dwell
in a Living Hope
every scar, a story told
about the way healing comes like the day:
from the night