Isaiah Song

This is the Word of the Lord, your Creator
I am the God who stood before the world was framed
I am the First, the Last, and everything between
I hold your future, who could know these things but Me?

So don't fear
I will be Your song

Sing, sing, oh barren land
Water is coming to the thirsty
Though you are empty, I am the well
Draw from me, I will provide

This is the Word of the Lord, your Creator
I stand from age to age, the Ancient of Days
I am the Holy One, the Fairest of Ten Thousand
And all who call upon My name shall be saved

So don't fear
I will be Your song

Sing, sing, oh barren land

Water is coming to the thirsty
Though you are empty, I am the well
Draw from me, I will provide

I'm a river in the desert
Pouring my spirit on the broken
Giving beauty for your ashes
Joy for your sadness and mourning

Heavens open

He's making ways in the wilderness
He's making rivers in the desert

You're making ways in the wilderness
You're making rivers in the desert

You are the way in the wilderness

You are the river in the desert

No more dry ground
No more dry ground
Heaven's open

No more dry ground
Heaven's open

Sing, sing, oh barren land
Water is coming to the thirsty
Though you are empty, I am the well
Draw for me, I will provide

I might be empty, but He is the Well
I might be empty, but He is the Well

Draw from me, I will provide

What was a barren season is giving birth right now
What was a barren season is giving birth right now

Every barren season is giving birth right now

My emptiness is my offering
My weakness is all I have to bring
Do You love that?

You're doing something new right now

Sing, sing, oh barren land

Water is coming to the thirsty
Though you are empty, I am the well
Draw from me, I will provide