There's more pain in this room than we could imagine We're wearing it different ways There's some on our sleeves And some buried deep And we don't have the right words to pray Tell us the end of the story Show us the glory ahead See how the proud and the mighty have fallen And the broken are lifting their heads There's more shame in this room than we could imagine It's grabbing our joy by the throat With the air I have left I will plead with my savior For the faith I can't make on my own Tell us the end of the story Show us the glory ahead See how the loud and self-righteous have fallen And the broken are lifting their heads There's more life up ahead than we could imagine Our sorrows will turn into laughter again We'll drink wine and break bread And boast in our weakness Talk of the ways we were raised from the dead Tell us the end of the story Show us the glory ahead See how the proud and the mighty have fallen And the sinners are lifting their heads All the sinners are lifting their heads