Running into the Father’s arms

Laughing like a child

A new story, He’s writing for me

A new song, He’s singing over me

 

As seeds of a dying flower can still bring life

Joy will arise from tears and strife

And He’s singing over me

 

Don’t you know I’ve always been there?

Don’t you know I have always known?

The tears you shed are not wasted

They’re gathered and sown

That you may reap joy, everlasting joy

 

Don’t you know I’ve always been there?

Don’t you know I have always known?

Your heart is my very delight

I make all things beautiful in its time

I make all things beautiful in its time

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