Building A Sorrowful Loveliness - Telecast

When the morning breaks

When the evening fails

I will write Your word upon my heart, oh Lord

When the fires burn

When the rain comes down

I can feel Your grace flow through me

Without a sound

Nothing is certain, but I’m certain of You

Pull back this curtain, let Your light in this room

And all that’s true, I find in You

The more I drink of Your word

The more I thirst for You

When the world dissolves

And the sun just flickers out

I will write Your word upon my heart, oh Lord

When the stars crash down

At the end of the age

I can feel Your touch

As You wipe my tears away

Building a sorrowful loveliness

Out of the darkness

Out of this furnace

I find You