He will allure her He will pursue her And call her out To wilderness with flowers in His hand She is responding Beat up and hurting Deserving death But offerings of life are found instead
She will sing She will sing Oh, to You She will sing as in the days of youth As You lead her away To valleys low To acres of hope Acres of hope
Here in the valley Walk close beside me Don't look back For love is growing vineyards up ahead You have called me master And though you're in the dark here Call me friend And call me lover and marry me for good
She will sing She will sing Oh, to You She will sing as in the days of youth As You lead her away To valleys low To acres of hope Acres of hope
How the story ends is Love and tenderness in Him Not safe, but worth it So the valley's up ahead Or the ones we live We'll sing together We'll sing together
We will sing We will sing Oh, to You We will sing as in the days of youth As You lead us away To valleys low To acres of hope Acres of hope
"Lord, sustain me in the valley. Give me ears to hear Your sweet tender voice and lead me in to acres of hope in this dry and weary land." "Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the desert and speak tenderly to her. There I will give her back her vineyards, and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope. There she will sing as in the days of her youth, as in the day she came up out of Egypt. 'In that day,' declares the LORD,'you will call me 'my husband'; you will no longer call me 'my master. (Hosea 2:14-16)
