The hurt that broke your heart

And left you trembling in the dark

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

It's from the deepest wounds

That beauty finds a place to bloom

And you will see before the end

That every broken piece is

Gathered in the heart of Jesus

And what's 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

more than you can bear)

And it's too hard to believe it could be true

And your strength fails you halfway there

fails you halfway there)

You can lean on me and I'll believe for you

I'll believe for you)

And in time you will believe it too

Nothing is wasted

Nothing is wasted

Sometimes we are waiting

In sorrow we have tasted

But joy will replace it

Nothing is wasted

In the hands of our Redeemer

Nothing is wasted