He will allure her
He will pursue her
And call her out
To wilderness with flowers in His hand
She is responding
Beat up and hurting
Deserving death
But offerings of life are found instead
She will sing, she will sing
Oh, to You
She will sing as in the days of youth
As You lead her away to valleys low
To acres of hope
Acres of hope
Here in the valley
Walk close beside me
Don’t look back
For love is growing vineyards up ahead
You have called me Master
And though you’re in the dark here
Call me friend
And call me lover and marry me for good
She will sing, she will sing
Oh, to You
She will sing as in the days of youth
As You lead her away to valleys low
To acres of hope
Acres of hope
How the story ends is
Love and tenderness in Him
Not safe, but worth it
So in the valley’s up ahead
Or in the ones we live
We’ll sing together
We’ll sing together
Oh Lord, we'll sing
We will sing, we will sing
Oh, to You
We will sing as in the days of youth
As You lead us away to valleys low
To acres of hope
Acres of hope
Lord, sustain me in the valley. Give me ears to hear Your sweet tender voice and lead me in to acres of hope in this dry and weary land.
Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the desert and speak tenderly to her. There I will give her back her vineyards, and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope.
There she will sing as in the days of her youth, as in the day she came up out of Egypt. ‘In that day,’ declares the LORD,’you will call me 'my husband'; you will no longer call me 'my master.' (Hosea 2:14-16)
ACRES OF HOPE
by Shane Barnard and Robbie Seay
