[female
vocals] (
Softly
spoken)
There
was
a
season
when
my
heart
had
no
song.
There
was
a
night
when
my
tears
were
my
only
prayer.
I
wondered
how
a
broken
life
could
sing
again.
But
God
did
not
throw
away
my
broken
pieces.
He
met
me
in
the
place
where
I
had
no
answers.
And
slowly,
through
the
tears,
My
wound
learned
to
worship!
I
carried
questions
nobody
could
answer,
I
walked
through
seasons
I
never
desired.
I
planted
my
dreams
in
the
soil
of
tomorrow,
But
life
brought
rain,
and
my
hopes
were
tried.
I
knew
the
silence
that
follows
a
sorrow,
I
knew
the
weight
of
an
unfinished
prayer.
Yet
somewhere
deep
in
the
heart
of
my
midnight,
I
found
that
the
Lord
was
already
there.
I
thought
my
tears
had
buried
my
song,
I
thought
my
weakness
had
made
me
undone.
But
grace
came
whispering
into
my
darkness: "
Daughter,
your
pain
has
a
purpose,
arise!"
Oh,
my
wound
learned
to
worship,
My
scars
turned
to
praise.
I’
m
lifting
my
hands
in
the
light
of
His
grace.
Yes
Lord,
in
the
valley,
the
anthem
began,
I’
m
dancing
in
freedom
because
of
His
plan.
Praise
Him,
my
spirit
is
soaring
anew,
My
wound
learned
to
worship,
glory
to
You!
I’
m
not
the
shadow
of
who
I
once
was,
I’
m
not
the
shadow
of
who
I
once
was,
I’
ve
been
refashioned
by
heaven’
s
own
hand.
Those
nights
of
weeping
have
turned
into
harvest,
I’
m
standing
tall
where
I
used
to
fall.
It
wasn’
t
the
strength
that
I
found
in
my
own
life,
It
was
the
power
of
His
holy
touch.
He
took
the
broken
and
made
it
a
beauty,
I
love
my
Savior
so
very
much!
Oh,
my
wound
learned
to
worship,
My
scars
turned
to
praise.
I’
m
lifting
my
hands
in
the
light
of
His
grace.
Yes
Lord,
in
the
valley,
the
anthem
began,
I’
m
dancing
in
freedom
because
of
His
plan.
Praise
Him,
my
spirit
is
soaring
anew,
My
wound
learned
to
worship,
glory
to
You! (
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah)
The
hurt
is
a
witness, (
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah)
The
hurt
is
a
witness, (
Thank
You
Jesus,
Thank
You
Jesus)
The
pain
is
a
song. (
Yes
Lord,
Yes
Lord)
Every
tear
that
I
shed
was
a
seed
for
the
morning,
And
now
the
harvest
of
praise
is
so
strong! (
Glory,
Glory)
So
let
every
trial
be
turned
to
a
testimony,
Let
every
scar
be
a
sign
of
His
love.
I’
m
walking
forward,
the
path
has
been
cleared,
By
the
mercy
that
falls
from
the
heavens
above.
I’
ve
got
a
story
that
heaven
is
singing,
I’
ve
got
a
melody
born
in
the
fire.
Nothing
can
stop
what
the
Lord
has
been
doing,
He’
s
lifted
me
higher,
and
higher,
and
higher!
Oh,
my
wound
learned
to
worship,
My
scars
turned
to
praise.
I’
m
lifting
my
hands
in
the
light
of
His
grace.
Yes
Lord,
in
the
valley,
the
anthem
began,
I’
m
dancing
in
freedom
because
of
His
plan.
Praise
Him,
my
spirit
is
soaring
anew,
My
wound
learned
to
worship,
glory
to
You!
My
wound
learned
to
worship.
It’
s
a
brand
new
song,
amen.
Glory
to
the
King,
forever
and
ever.
Amen,
and
amen.