How often do we spot the angels or feel the unseen hand?
Most times are tough, the going rough, like there never was a master plan,
Those steadfast doors don't open, and you pray...but you don't understand.
You've got to hold fast the hope that's in you,
Don't always trust your eyes,
Sometimes it takes a long time to see it as a blessing in disguise.
We live upon this dark surface and, God, he moves upon the deep,
What is concealed will be revealed,
There is no promise he won't keep,
Still, we're confused by the shadows,
We're awake now, but we're half asleep.
You've got to hold fast the hope that's in you,
Don't always trust your eyes,
Sometimes it takes a long time to see it as a blessing in disguise.
Sometimes the dark can move our hearts to long for the light of the Son,
And our ways don't become his ways until we are undone.
Hold fast the hope that's in you,
Don't always trust your eyes,
Sometimes it takes a long time to see it as a blessing in disguise.
And, after you've been broken, you may not realise that you are grace to the broken hearted and a blessing in...a blessing in...
You are a blessing in disguise.
