Lyrics

What makes us all a family?
What brings each person here?
We?re wounded by our poetry,
We?re mended by a tear.
We?re frightened by the rage we see,
Emboldened by the fight.
And ?joy comes in the morning?
Is our promise in the night.

Chorus:
For all these years we raise
Our grateful hearts in praise
And yet we know, the best is yet to come.
Though we?ve endure disgrace
And run a noble race
By faith we know, the best is yet to come,
Because the Word went out, now we believe,
The Light was shone, now we preceive
Though we rejoice and though we grieve
We know the best is yet to come.

It?s easier to sing God?s praise than follow to the cross.
A closet, or a coffin cannot hid our painful loss.
But treasuring this moment now
And loving fully here,
We?ll light the path ahead of us
With joy instead of fear.

(repeat Chorus twice)