We drain the water with the babes. To drown the grief we drown the gain.
We drain the water with the babes To flee the scene of our mistakes.
Sing the sorrow, we lament. Cast wishes like copper pence into Ancient fountains of regret.
Wishing that we could take it back…But just wait for me. I come not to erase but be…
Wait for me… The purpose from the pain
What if you could take it back? What if we had never met and we Annihilate our brokenness?
Would we lose our greatest gift? We won’t drain the water with the babes.
In this grief we find the greatest gain. We won’t drain the water with the babes.
You were made the purpose from the pain.