I have learned to love the song for the hope that it offers. Christ has not forgotten us and he is coming again. We will live with him in perfect rest and delight. Until then, we can wait and listen to the echoes of mercy and whispers of love he’s given us in his word, in his Spirit, in the beauty that persists in spite of sorrow.

I sat and wondered what would it look like for me to sing this song honestly. In belief and unbelief, in the daytime and darkness. I could sing it with joy when I feel close to God, but could I sing it when I struggled to believe?