Brand New Day
Out of chaos comes creation; out of cynicism, hope
A living, breathing, testifying army comes from a pile of bones
A bunch of clay becomes a human; out of he, a she
He turns the mourning into dancing,
As morning follows eve, morning follows eve
Chorus:
And He has reassured me, time and time again,
I cannot chase Him elsewhere, or scare off His right hand
And when I’m feeling dirty, and push everyone away,
He calms and cleans my spirit, and creates a brand new day
Out of chaos comes creation; out of cynicism, hope
A living, breathing, testifying army comes from a pile of bones
A bunch of clay becomes a human; out of he, a she
He turns the mourning into dancing,
As morning follows eve, morning follows eve
Chorus:
And He has reassured me, time and time again,
I cannot chase Him elsewhere, or scare off His right hand
And when I’m feeling dirty, and push everyone away,
He calms and cleans my spirit, and creates a brand new day
He doesn’t answer every question; sometimes He seems to hide
But in the midst of every darkened valley, He’ll be by your side
He pulls the peace out of confusion, faith in lieu of proof
And when the storm would send you sideways,
He gives you deeper roots; He gives you deeper roots
CHORUS x2