It is often not til our worlds fall apart
That we land on our knees.
If is often not til our intentions fail
That you hear our pleas.
It is often not til we are on the ground
That you are raised where you should be.
And it's not that you weren't always there
It's just that we couldn't see.

And we can see more clearly from here
And we ask that this new vision stays
As we endure these harder times
And if we're blessed with brighter days.

Our voices have been too loud to pray
And our hearts to proud to fear.
But your arm is never too short to save
Or your ear too dull to hear.
So it doesn't matter now where we are
Or where we have been
Because your arm can reach down that far
And save us from our sin.

And we can see more clearly from here
And we ask that this new vision stays
As we endure these harder times
And if we're blessed with brighter days.