Between the thunder and the lightnings flame I knew the storm was just a mile away But it surprised me just the same When it blew my straw house down Now I'm standing in the aftermath With no idea how to build it back I wonder as I wander through the fields of ash Is there hope to carry on? Could this, even this Be made beautiful? Growing up I was told the sun would always rise And I believed because I was a child But now it's hard to tell the truth from the lies When a child is fast asleep Wake up little boy, I need your faith today I need your innocence to show the way When I'm too tired to trust that love will save the day And I need your eyes to see Even this will be made beautiful Even this will be made beautiful (even this, will be made) Beautiful And I know I shouldn't worry And I should not be afraid I want to walk across the water I want to rise above the crashing waves This fear in me is heavy, and I'm scared It's gonna pull me down So please reach out Your hand I don't wanna drown Even this will be made beautiful, beautiful Even this will be made beautiful, beautiful There's never been a night the morning couldn't break Or a heart that wasn't forged in the fires of its own ache What's left after the storm is left, for heaven's sake For the breaking and remaking of our hearts