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 And it's too hard to believe it could be true And your strength fails you halfway there You can lean on me and I'll believe for you And in time, you will believe it too Nothing is wasted Nothing is wasted Sometimes we are wading In the sorrow we have tasted But joy will replace it Nothing is wasted In the hands of our Redeemer Nothing is wasted