even this will be made beautiful, pt. 2

between the thunder and the lightning's flame

i knew the storm was just a mile away

but it surprised me just the same

when it blew my straw house down

now standing in the aftermath

with no idea how to build it back

i wonder as i wander through the fields of ash

is there hope to carry on?

could this

even this

be made beautiful?

growing up i was told the sun would always rise

and i believed because i was a child

but now it's hard to tell the truth from the lies

when the child is fast asleep

wake up little boy

i need your faith today

i need your innocence to show the way

when i'm too tired to trust that love will save the day

and i need your eyes to see

even this will be made beautiful

even this will be made beautiful

beautiful

i know i shouldn't worry

and i should not be afraid

i want to walk across the water

i want to rise above the crashing waves

but this fear in me is heavy

i'm scared it's going to pull me down

so please reach out your hand

i don't want to drown

even this will be made beautiful

beautiful

even this will be made beautiful

beautiful

there's never been a night the morning couldn't break

or a heart that wasn't forged in the fires of its own ache

what's left after the storm is left for heaven's sake

for the breaking and remaking of our hearts