one day


















This is all things bleeding
this is all the end
what can I say today
to speak comfort into you?

This is things broken
and this is things spoken
down to the wire
and feelings on fire

What I imagined for you
is so much better than this
what I always wanted
was perfect and painless

In the night and in the day
I know you cry out
I know you feel for something
beyond this hollow place

The pain won't last forever
the night gives way to dawn
the scars will remain
but it won't feel the same

You are held in His hand
held close while you cry
In the shadow of His wings
in the blink of an eye

One day this will be a memory
and not a moment of death
in this world of pain
I will hold you close,
forever to my chest

We will breathe the same air
I will get tangled in your hair
share everything we can share
and feel broken no more

One day we'll get there
you and me
holding hands
walking forward
into a brand new day

One day I'll make you smile
after we've come many miles
you'll look back and see the pain
but it won't touch you anymore

Until our one day
I'll hold you close in my heart
I'll hold my hand out for you
while you walk through the dark

I'll be here through this
and waiting for you on the other side
right now you feel so broken
but one day you'll be whole.

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