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,And nothing is wasted,Nothing is wasted,In the hands of our Redeemer,Nothing is wasted,The wounds that leaves a scar,Becomes a part of who we are,But this is not,The story's end,The pain that closed the chapter,Sets the stage for what comes after,When all we've 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,Falls you halfway here,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 waiting,In the sorrow we have tasted,But joy will replace it,In the hands of our Redeemer,Nothing is wasted。