The hurt that broke your heart
 And left you trembling in the dark
 Feeling lost and alone
 Will tell you hope's a lie
 But what if every tear you cry
 Will seed the ground where joy will grow
 
And nothing is wasted
 Nothing is wasted
 In the hands of our Redeemer
 Nothing is wasted
 
It's from the deepest wounds
 That beauty finds a place to bloom 
And you will see before the end
 That every broken piece is
 Gathered in the heart of Jesus
 And what's lost will be found again
 
Nothing is wasted
 Nothing is wasted
 In the hands of our Redeemer
 Nothing is wasted
 
From the ruins 
From the ashes
 Beauty will rise
 From the wreckage
 From the darkness
 Glory will shine
 Glory will shine
 
Nothing is wasted
 Nothing is wasted
 In the hands of our Redeemer
 Nothing is wasted
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From the ruins 
From the ashes
 Beauty will rise
 From the wreckage
 From the darkness
 Glory will shine
 Glory will shine