We are weary on this journey
We are wounded from our sins
But we know you write the story
And we know how it will end

Lord, we thank You for the hard times
All the weeping wasted years
But when joy comes in the morning
You'll make sense of every tear

And on that day, we will praise You
For each stroke of mercy's pen
Written in the precious blood
Of redemption's holy lamb

Oh, in that great reunion
As we gather round Your thronе
We'll be home at last forеver
And know as we are known

They'll be shouting up in heaven
Of how death was slain by death
When Jesus died and rose to life
Hell had nothing left

And on that day, we will praise You
For each stroke of mercy's pen
Written in the precious blood
Of redemption's holy lamb
And on that day, we will praise You
For each stroke of mercy's pen
Written in the precious blood
Of redemption's holy lamb