When will He wipe our tears, wipe them all away?  
When will the earth's sweet antidote come?    
When will we have the upper hand over cancer and decay?  
When will it be over-the pain?  
When will we be brave enough to face the cuts of caring?  
Why have we forgotten what love is like?
We dwell on it's absence, stuck on the broken
Call it a mistake
It's gone and we hurt now
But why regret the place our lives began?

There is one, just one fountain of everlasting life
A man no one expected to speak with authority  
A Lamb no one expected to roar
A Word we didn't recognize

But that blood
The blood from His veins runs in deep red streams  
Continually flowing  
Ever onward
Those pure cells are the world's only cure, humanity's only hope  
Enough to restore all of heaven and all of earth
Make them good as new  

Why are we sick?
We pushed Him away  
How far is wholeness?
As close as we let Him come
How far is comfort?  
All it's ever taken was just one out-stretched hand
It'd be ours
He'd be ours
Comfort, Healing, Freedom, Purpose, Love  
These never leave His presence

On the day of His wedding
The pain that plagued us
Will be suffocated
In His joy
It's so pure
Those old and ugly masters: Tears, Death, and Sorrow  
They will never find us again