The skies lay low where You are.
On the earth You rest Your feet.
Yet the hands that cradle the stars.
Are the hands that bled for me.
In a moment of glorious surrender.
You were broken for all the world to see.
Lifted out of the ashes.
I am found in the aftermath.
Freedom found in Your scars.
In Your grace my life redeemed.
For You chose to take the sinner's crown.
As You placed Your crown on me.
In that moment of glorious surrender.
Was the moment You broke the chains in me.
Lifted out of the ashes.
I am found in the aftermath.
And in that moment You opened up the heavens.
To the broken the beggar and the thief.
Lifted out the wreckage.
I find hope in the aftermath.
And I know that You're with me.
Yes I know that You're with me here.
And I know You're love will light the way.
Now all I have I count it all as loss.
But to know You and to carry the cross.
Knowing I'm found.
In the light of the aftermath.