The hurt that broke your heart
And left you trembling in your heart,
Feeling lost and alone,
Will tell you hope’s a lie
But what if every tear you cry
Will seed the ground where joy will grow?

Nothing is wasted
Nothing is wasted
In the hands of our Redeemer,
Nothing is wasted

The wound that leaves a scar
Becomes a part of who we are
But this is not
The story’s end
The pain that closed the chapter
Sets the stage for what comes after
When all we’ve lost
Will be found again

Nothing is wasted
Nothing is wasted
In the hands of our Redeemer,
Nothing is wasted

When hope is more than you can bear
And it’s too hard to believe it could be true
And your strength
Fails you halfway there
You can lean on me and I’ll believe for you
And in time you will believe it too

Nothing is wasted
Nothing is wasted
Sometimes we are waiting
In the sorrow we have tasted
But joy will replace it
In the hands of our Redeemer,
Nothing is wasted