Our joy turned to mourning

Our passion to regret

The unspoken words now burning

Into the wounds we won’t forget

Failing became familiar

Dependence our easiest route

So we sat still in what we knew

Bowing to our own self doubt

Now there’s a new vision brewing

Showing us who we can be

Apart from what we’ve known

Lays before us a new destiny.

For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.

Isaiah 43:19 NLT