Is there the space for our words?
Is there a place here for us?
Where can a faithful heart turn
When generous grace gathers dust?

Where can a faithful heart turn?
Have we not labored enough?
Little babies learn that it's a blind
Blind world and a generous grace gathers dust

Beacon shining ever-bright
The light at the end of the tunnel is in your eyes
You're a lamp to my feet
You're the arms at my side

And I will not be afraid to
Victory hides in darkest places
Shine, victory hides in darkest places

Is there a space here for our words?
Is there a place here for us?
Where can a faithful heart turn
When generous grace gathers dust?

Where can a faithful heart turn
When we have strayed from our trust?
Keep the beacon burnin'
'Cause it's a blind blind world