The Lord has turned my mourning into dancing,
The Lord has turned my sorrow into joy,
The Lord has turned my moaning into laughter,
And every anxious doubt He has destroyed
Each time I call on Him my Jesus answers,
When I’m contrite He heals my wounded soul,
The burden of my sins my Lord has vanquished,
Now hope and peace and joy are in control.
The Breath of God blows gently o’er my being,
A Wind that moves my spirit to adore,
Bowing low in worship I implore Him,
To grant that I may love Him ever more.
Through grace He makes my heart a living temple,
Where the Triune Godhead can abide,
I’m free to be whatever God commands me,
As long as Jesus Christ in me resides.
The Lord has turned my sorrow into joy,
The Lord has turned my moaning into laughter,
And every anxious doubt He has destroyed
Each time I call on Him my Jesus answers,
When I’m contrite He heals my wounded soul,
The burden of my sins my Lord has vanquished,
Now hope and peace and joy are in control.
The Breath of God blows gently o’er my being,
A Wind that moves my spirit to adore,
Bowing low in worship I implore Him,
To grant that I may love Him ever more.
Through grace He makes my heart a living temple,
Where the Triune Godhead can abide,
I’m free to be whatever God commands me,
As long as Jesus Christ in me resides.
Myra D’Souza / 1st June 2009
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