(Verse 1)
Wilderness I’ve named and known
Midbar of my own making
Ground is cracked, this heart of stone
Silence aches, a thirst awaking
But on the wind… a whisper breaks
“Forget the former things you’ve carried…
I am the God of the ache you’ve buried—
Behold, the new thing now is breaking…”
(Chorus)
Oh, Stream-Maker… cut a path right through my night
Oh, Stream-Maker… from the ruin, bring the light
Spring up, O well, within my wasteland
I will see… and understand
You’re making streams… in the wasteland
A way… where there was no way
Stream-Maker… have Your say
(Verse 2)
Ghosts of fathers, choices sown
Bitter harvest… generations
Legacy of broken stone
A tree of lamentations
But from this root… a shoot appears
Green and tender… uninvited
In wounded soil… grace ignited
A new song rising… through the tears
(Chorus)
Oh, Stream-Maker… cut a path right through my night
Oh, Stream-Maker… from the ruin, bring the light
Spring up, O well, within my wasteland
I will see… and understand
You’re making streams… in the wasteland
A way… where there was no way
Stream-Maker… have Your say
(Bridge)
And I perceive it now—
The Truth… that breaks the chain
Not erasing scars…
But healing every name
The curse… is interrupted here
By Living… Water’s flow
And in the place… of death itself…
A resurrection… grows
Perceive it… see it sprout…
The old is finished… the new… is out!
(Final Chorus)
Oh, Stream-Maker… You cut a path right through my night!
Oh, Stream-Maker… From the ruin, You brought the light!
You sprang up, O Well, within my wasteland!
Now I see… and I understand!
You made the stream… in the wasteland
The Way… where there was no way…
Stream-Maker…
You have… had Your say…
(Outro)
(Soft, swaying)
Behold… I make… all things new…
Behold… I make… all things…
The stream… is here…
The way… is here…
Perceive… it…
