[Intro - Solo piano, muted trumpet, brushes; slow and reflective] [Spoken - Warm male baritone, very brief] The fire was real. But it doesn't get the last word. [Verse 1 - Intimate piano, gentle swing] The garden wore its ashes, and the porch was painted gray, A green shoot broke the silence where the roses used to sway. Somebody brought a shovel, someone stayed beside my chair, They couldn't fix the heartbreak, but they showed me love was there. No one called the losses lovely, no one said the hurt was small, Yet I heard a little music underneath it all. [Chorus - Brass enters, warm gospel harmonies] May all sad things become untrue, Let the horns announce the morning, let the daylight break on through! Every tear has had a witness, every wound has had a name, And the hands that bear the nail scars will make all things new again. Death won't get the final word; His promise will come true, May all sad things, all sad things, become untrue! [Verse 2 - Walking bass, playful saxophone] Love arrived with rolled-up sleeves, and joy arrived with scars, Peace sat down beside me underneath uncertain stars. Patience made a little room; kindness held the door, Goodness chose the unseen right; faithfulness returned once more. Gentle hands laid anger down; self-control said, "Not today," Nine notes from one Spirit turned the darkness toward the day. [Chorus - Full swinging brass, gospel call-and-response] May all sad things become untrue, Let the horns announce the morning, let the daylight break on through! Every tear has had a witness, every wound has had a name, And the hands that bear the nail scars will make all things new again. Death won't get the final word; His promise will come true, May all sad things, all sad things, become untrue! [Verse 3 - Horns soften, muted trumpet answers] There are chairs that still stand empty and goodbyes we didn't choose, Names I still say softly, precious things I had to lose. I won't pretend the hurting was a blessing in disguise, But the grave could not hold Jesus, and the morning saw Him rise. The risen Lord still bears the scars; His promise shines right through: He will wipe away our tears and make creation new. [Bridge - Half-time gospel, piano and choir, building] Not erased and not forgotten, Not a cheap and easy line. He will meet us in the morning When the broken world is made right. No more mourning, no more dying, No more night that will not end; The One who walked beside us Will be with us then, my friend. [Instrumental Break - Trumpet recalls the opening song; sax, trombone and piano trade rising phrases; full band builds] [Verse 4 - Prayerful, directly to God, gospel harmonies] Lord, You saw each ember falling, every prayer I couldn't pray, Every time I barely made it through another ordinary day. You grew Your fruit among the ruins, not because the fire was good, But because Your love could find me where no other comfort could. And when You call Your children home and all is made anew, Let my first and final song be all the praise I owe to You. [Final Chorus - Triumphant big band swing, full gospel choir] May all sad things become untrue! Let the horns announce the morning, let the daylight break on through! Every tear has had a witness, every wound has had a name, And the hands that bear the nail scars will make all things new again! Death has lost its final word; His promise will come true, May all sad things, all sad things, become untrue! [Outro - Stop-time brass, then solo piano] [Male lead] The fire was real. So was the love that grew. [Choir - Softly] Behold, He makes all things new. [Full orchestra - One glorious, resolved final chord; no fade-out]
