Hope is here, it never fully left. Slicing through the surface of my castaway heart, you shine on me like a flare in the dark.

Reignite these dying embers, arise my sleeping soul. It is only you Jesus. Awaken me to your salvation and make me whole.

I lay this pride at your feet, I give you the ashes of defeat. I’ll gladly boast that I am weak and you’re my song.

Reignite these dying embers, sprout up fruit from this soil, all good that I possess is your work alone. By your blood and nothing less, will this life atone.