U P H O L D E R

Glory weaved through sin-scarred earth Like veins of gold catching light through dirt But all that's been made is tired Yeah all that's been made is tired Creation groans for the final day For all this weight to give way But all still sits in the meantime I still sit in the meantime Will my questions resound in the void Will I hear answers through all of the noise Is my suffering an altar or some cosmic spill A crack in the order outside of Your will How much of the wreckage will You use in the end How much is random, allowed or intended I'd like to think nothing happens in vain But sometimes the silence starts swallowing faith If I only trust You while my world's still intact Is that actually trust or some thinly veiled act You're reigning now but still we feel Death rust all things and eat its fill But nothing is lost, You say Nothing is lost You say But my questions scream out in the void I need Your whisper to pierce through the noise How much peace should I long for while still in this life It's clear for the next one when all's been set right But I'm still in the darkness awaiting the light And I know I should hope, but sometimes I'm just tired And yes I've been blessed just to breathe air at all You've given much more and I'm grateful beyond All the words that escape me in the midst of this loss You refine me as gold but I feel like the dross And I don't know how this works How your plan collides with pain And my fear lives in those gaps But there's one thing that I know You sustain everything You sustain everything You sustain everything You sustain everything You sustain