Break me where pride has settled
Refine me where fear remains
Shape me in hidden chambers
Where no applause sustains
The seed does not become the harvest
Without surrendering the shell
The gold does not reveal its glory
Until it survives the fire's swell
What feels like loss is chiseling
What feels like delay is design
Every unanswered question
Is another stroke of the Divine
I am becoming through the breaking
I am rising through the fall
(through the fall)
The hand that formed the mountains
Is still shaping me through it all
Is still shaping me
Through it all
When the night keeps pressing closer
And my strength runs thin and dry
You are working in the silence
Even tears can testify
Every fracture has a purpose
Every ash can find its flame
What the world calls an ending
You can turn into a name
What feels like loss is chiseling
What feels like delay is design
Every unanswered question
Is another stroke of the Divine
I am becoming through the breaking
I am rising through the fall
(through the fall)
The hand that formed the mountains
Is still shaping me through it all
Is still shaping me
Through it all
So keep me in the hidden place
Keep me under holy hands
Till the shell gives way to wonder
Till I learn Your deeper plans
If I must be undone
Then let it be by love
Let the fire finish mercy
Let Your will be lifted up
I am becoming through the breaking
I am rising through the fall
(through the fall)
The hand that formed the mountains
Is still shaping me through it all
I am becoming through the breaking
I am rising through it all
(through it all)
The hand that formed the mountains
Is still shaping me through it all