I asked God to soften my heart and winced when His shovel hit the soil; mourned when it rained, wailed as He tore the weeds from their throne in my soul.

Now, a year on, I've tasted and seen: He really is good, and so is His fruit.

You make me buoyant:
Walking on waves
Sleeping in storms
Over the swell
Over the tides
That rise and fall
You and I are buoyant

Exaltation has a cost
That I cannot afford
Christ was lifted on a cross
He wore a crown of thorns

Silent to the slaughter
He opened not His mouth
He didn't fawn for favour
Or fight to prove Himself

Now, He turns to us and says,
"Come, sit here next to Me
When you take the lowest place
You're in Good Company."

The world is ending!
It's all on fire!
God is healing
The cosmic divide
And yet, He still takes the time
To stoop and make a dandelion

What other deity
Names the stars and
Counts our hairs
All at once?
Indeed, there is no other God
Indeed, I know not one.

How I feel ≠ who I am.

There's a light that lingers until dawn
It shines bright and brighter until the perfect day

There's a whole world waiting outside your head
And it's a beautiful place, open the door, have a look.

He sends springs into the valleys
Down into the lowest plains
He gives water to the thirsty
Comfort in our deepest pain

He sends springs into the valleys
There, the birds have found a home
Hear them in the branches, singing
Satisfied with all He's done

He sends springs into the valleys
But He sent us His own blood  
God provides for all His creatures
But He saved the best for us
When He gave His only Son

grow, bloom, wither and die
die, grow, bloom and wither
wither, die, grow and bloom
bloom, wither, die and grow

"Death, be not proud"
Your turn will come
Your sting is gone
Our King has come

And with His heel
Crushing your head
It won't be long
'Til death is dead

You don't call the dawn cruel for taking its time - not when you've seen a sunrise

This is my Father's house
My heart is safe and sound
Every loss, He redeems
Every gain, He exceeds