His Beautiful Mess

My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness. Time was needed And she wondered why? Fear was the cry Distance, timing, silence I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly trust in Jesus' Name. She did what she could But nothing stood. Still she counted the good. On Christ the solid Rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand. She wouldn't say she's been cursed Because she knows Who is first. She'll hold onto dreams Know He redeems When she stood on the edge Of a break through What seemed impossible to do. When darkness seems to hide Christ's face,  I rest on His unchanging grace.  Long will she wait And know He's never late Good is the promise Even to doubting Thomas. In every high and stormy gale,  My anchor holds within the veil. The winter makes us wonder If the spring was ever true But every winter breaks And the flowers come through....