The hurt that broke your heart And left you trembling in the dark Feeling lost and alone Will tell you hope’s a lie But what if every tear you cry Will seed the ground where joy will grow
And nothing is wasted Nothing is wasted In the hands of our Redeemer Nothing is wasted
It’s from the deepest wounds That beauty finds a place to bloom And you will see before the end That every broken piece is Gathered in the heart of Jesus And what’s lost will be found again
And nothing is wasted Nothing is wasted In the hands of our Redeemer Nothing is wasted
From the ruins From the ashes Beauty will rise From the wreckage From the darkness Glory will shine
