Give us beauty Lord for ashes, the ashes of our lives.
Our lives seem like a dream, of another place and time.
A mighty fire has swept them, and all that's left is found,
in a pile of burning embers, laying scattered on the ground.
A lifetime burned to ashes, every work has fueled the flame.
Every dream and hope and labor, the fire has come to claim.
The bridges burned behind us. No future is in sight,
Oh that we could find some beauty, in these ashes of our lives.
Blow hard upon these embers Lord, til we see a tiny flame,
That it might shine a light for us, as we start to build again.
Give beauty now for ashes. We make with you a trade,
The ashes of our hurting lives, for the promise that you've made.
