U P H O L D E R

Glory weaved through sin-scarred earth

Like veins of gold catching light through dirt

But all that's been made is tired

Yeah all that's been made is tired

Creation groans for the final day

For all this weight to give way

But all still sits in the meantime

I still sit in the meantime

Will my questions resound in the void

Will I hear answers through all of the noise

Is my suffering an altar or some cosmic spill

A crack in the order outside of Your will

How much of the wreckage will You use in the end

How much is random, allowed or intended

I'd like to think nothing happens in vain

But sometimes the silence starts swallowing faith

If I only trust You while my world's still intact

Is that actually trust or some thinly veiled act

You're reigning now but still we feel

Death rust all things and eat its fill

But nothing is lost, You say

Nothing is lost You say

But my questions scream out in the void

I need Your whisper to pierce through the noise

How much peace should I long for while still in this life

It's clear for the next one when all's been set right

But I'm still in the darkness awaiting the light

And I know I should hope, but sometimes I'm just tired

And yes I've been blessed just to breathe air at all

You've given much more and I'm grateful beyond

All the words that escape me in the midst of this loss

You refine me as gold but I feel like the dross

And I don't know how this works

How your plan collides with pain

And my fear lives in those gaps

But there's one thing that I know

You sustain everything

You sustain everything

You sustain everything

You sustain everything

You sustain