When after all of this we finally stand
Upon a crystal sea that's paved with blood,
How will we wonder that Your faithful hand
Did not release us to the hungry flood
Of wrath we churned and churned with our own sin?
When we are saved upon that final day,
Knowing You are all it's ever been,
And knowing we've been carried this whole way
By One who wears a rainbow on His head,
Though sin should claim us as its very own,
When You return or we're at long last dead
And as Your sheep acknowledged, loved, and known,
How special it will be for us to see
Each beat of Your great heart was bent toward mercy.