I sing for joy In my remorse A well within prosperity's curse That drowns the mighty oak of pride But feeds the root of God inside.
In You I find my rest In You I find my death In You I find my all and my emptiness Somehow it all makes sense
In You I'm rich When I've been made poor Comfort found when I mourn The prideful one You see from afar Drawing near to low, broken hearts.
In You I find my rest In You I find my death In You I find my all and my emptiness But it all makes sense
Song Description: "Why is it that in my deepest moments of despair, I find the deepest pools of peace? What an alien thing! In Christ I find my death, and in that, I find unexplainable rest. I pray that He would keep us on a beaten down path of dying to ourselves... and there be satisfied." - Shane Barnard
