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Restoration



When I first sang this song in a worship service nearly 5 years ago...I loved it.  I wept with joy at the truth and prayed that He would turn my mourning into laughing and turn my sadness into joy.

Years have gone by and I still love this song.  I really love the truth in this song.  And I really, really love that it is true for me.

He is faithful!  He brings restoration!



As seen on : David Brymer - restoration (elciProductions cover)

 
You bring restoration
You bring restoration
You bring restoration
to my soul

You've taken my pain
called me by a new name
You've taken my shame
and in it's place, You give me joy

You take mourning and turn it into dancing
You take weeping and turn it into laughing
You take mourning and turn it into dancing
You take my sadness and turn it into joy

hallelujah, hallelujah
You make all things new, all things new

Comments

Joy Junktion said…
Well Liz, I'm sure you are now passed the wedding and hopefully resting accordingly.
I suppose I am one of those 'older' bloggy friends who has come and go as blogs do these days.
Just stopped by to say hi as I cannot find you on FB any longer.
Think of you and the bird often! Praying all is well! Congrats on your counseling certification - good for you!!!!!
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
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