John Lucas - Hope lyrics
[John Lucas - Hope lyrics]
I feel the earth trembling under my feet
I feel the waters churning
Rising from the deep
I know the trees are swaying
With their family's seeds
And I feel the harvest returning
No more dust and weeds
I've seen fathers running for
Their prodigal sons
And I've seen the nooses empty
And the chains undone
I've seen beggars leaving their
Crumbs of bread
And I've seen orphans dancing with
Crowns on their heads
And I hear the King
Whistling through the trees
To meet Him at the sea
All the murderers and thieves
And there amongst the tide and all
The judges of the land
He will wash every foot and take
His children by the hand
And I've heard the forest singing
As it prepares the table
For the feast to come
Glimpsed in parables and fables
And between every mountain and every shore
And through every season we
Will hunger no more
All hope rises from the dead
All hope springs up from the ground
From a desert to a garden
From a trickle to a stream
From the dust, my love, you've risen
From the ground you've been redeemed
But you've always been my firstborn
And you've always been my prize
All creation has been groaning for
The waking of your eyes
All hope rises from the dead
All hope springs up from the ground
I feel the waters churning
Rising from the deep
I know the trees are swaying
With their family's seeds
And I feel the harvest returning
No more dust and weeds
I've seen fathers running for
Their prodigal sons
And I've seen the nooses empty
And the chains undone
I've seen beggars leaving their
Crumbs of bread
And I've seen orphans dancing with
Crowns on their heads
And I hear the King
Whistling through the trees
To meet Him at the sea
All the murderers and thieves
And there amongst the tide and all
The judges of the land
He will wash every foot and take
His children by the hand
And I've heard the forest singing
As it prepares the table
For the feast to come
Glimpsed in parables and fables
And between every mountain and every shore
And through every season we
Will hunger no more
All hope rises from the dead
All hope springs up from the ground
From a desert to a garden
From a trickle to a stream
From the dust, my love, you've risen
From the ground you've been redeemed
But you've always been my firstborn
And you've always been my prize
All creation has been groaning for
The waking of your eyes
All hope rises from the dead
All hope springs up from the ground