The Becoming

After the destruction
In the wake of every storm
The sun reveals the suffering
And all I've known is gone
Well I can take the rising waves
But when I'm washed up on the shore
Feeling just like driftwood
And nothing makes sense anymore

Jesus meet me
Be everything I need
In the waiting
In the in between
Jesus, hold me
And keep me from running
Cause I don't want to miss
The beauty of becoming

Something new is growing
I can feel it come alive
In the dead of winter
Spring is on the other side

Jesus meet me
Be everything I need
In the waiting
In the in between
Jesus, hold me
Keep me from running
Cause I don't want to miss
The beauty of becoming

Give me beauty in the ashes of this pain
Give me water in the wasteland, let it rain
As I wonder, in the darkness, be my guide
Oh Creator, oh Redeemer bring new life

And Jesus
Be everything that I need
In the waiting
In the in between
Jesus, hold me
Keep me from running
Cause I don't want to miss
The beauty of becoming
No, I don't want to miss
The beauty of becoming