It’s the light when it finds you in the bottom of a ship going down
It’s the blood on the Bible and memories chasing you down
It’s the kindness of strangers and the patience of love while you heal
It’s the giving in slowly, it’s the long, winding loss of your will
It’s the long surrender
On our knees where Heaven gets found
We will wait with the lost and weary
While You turn the weight of our sorrows into a crown
It’s the new of the morning when your city is burned to the ground
It’s the knowing that everything rises from the hem of Your gown
In the weakness of man, there lies a power so fine
No weapon can break it, no circumstance will change our minds
It’s the long surrender
On our knees where Heaven gets found
We will wait with the lost and weary
While You turn the weight of our sorrows into a crown
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It’s the long surrender
On our knees where Heaven gets found
We will wait with the lost and weary
While You turn the weight of our sorrows into a crown
While You turn the weight of our sorrows into a crown