Andrew Peterson - Counting Stars
I am weary with the pain of Jacob's wrestling
In the darkness with the fear
in the darkness with the fear
But he met the morning wounded with a blessing
So in the night
my hope lives on
And when Elisha woke surrounded by the forces
Of the enemies of God
the enemies of God
He saw the hills aflame with angels on their horses
Oh in the night
My hope lives on
I see the slave that toils beneath the yoke unyielding
And I can hear the captive groan
hear the captive groan
For some hand to stay the whip his foe is wielding
Still in the night
I see the armies of the enemy approaching
And the people driven
trembling
to the shore
But a doorway through the waters now is opening
Like the son who thought he'd gone beyond forgiveness
Too ashamed to lift his head
but if he could lift his head
He would see his father running from a distance
In the night
And I can see the crowd of men retreating
As He stands between the woman and their stones
And if mercy in His holy heart is beating
Then in the night
Well I remember how they scorned the son of Mary
He was gentle as a lamb
gentle as a lamb
He was beaten
He was crucified
and buried
And in the night
my hope was gone
But the rulers of this earth could not control Him
No
they did not take His life
He laid it down
And all the chains of death could never hope to hold Him
And I can see the Son of Man descending
And the sword He swings is brighter than the dawn
And the gates of hell will never stand against Him