The Becoming - Jenny Simmons

After the destruction

In the wake of every storm

The sun reveals the suffering

And all I’ve known is gone

Well I can take the rising waves

But when I’m washed up on the shore

Feeling just like driftwood

And nothing makes sense anymore

Jesus, meet me

Be everything I need

In the waiting

In the in between

Jesus, hold me

And keep me from running

'Cause I don’t want to miss

The beauty of becoming

When something new is growing

I can feel it come alive

In the dead of winter

Spring is on the other side

Jesus, meet me

Be everything I need

In the waiting

In the in between

Jesus, hold me

And keep me from running

'Cause I don’t want to miss

The beauty of becoming

Give me beauty in the ashes of this pain

And give me water in the wasteland, let it rain

As I wander in the darkness, be my guide

Oh Creator, oh Redeemer, bring new life!

And Jesus

Be everything that I need

In the waiting

Oh, in the in between

Jesus, hold me

And keep me from running

'Cause I don’t want to miss

The beauty of becoming

No, I don’t want to miss

The beauty of becoming