Will Adam Music - The Ruins (feat. Jenny Deacon-Lewis)

My past is a town of crumbling ruins
Laid in the valley, open to wind and rain
My future a city bright and golden
Safe on the heights of Jesus’ royal name
Your faultless design is my soul’s migration
Some days are aglow, some fade like the setting sun
But I’ll lift my eyes up this holy mountain
And rest in the light of Jesus’ radiant face
And when I arrive – a celebration
Angels and saints crying Your endless praise
And when they inquire from where I came from
I’ll lift my head and say...
From the old broken ruins but called out by Jesus’ grace

Written by:
David Adam

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