I found myself sitting on the couch, where I was house sitting, completely blinded by the light of the rising sun. For first time since August, I penned (well, pencilled) the thoughts of my heart - proving the healing found in stillness and looking at life from a different perspective.
(Chorus)
His love is blinding
Yet reviving
Hope is rising
To a new day dawning
Hearts are rended
Old wounds are tended
We're made new
Like the morning dew
In the risen Son!
(Verse 1) Come to the river
Come be delivered
Wash off the wild
Be made new like a child
In the light of the Son
Chains come undone
The time for singing has come!
(Verse 2) Tears are flowing
Cold hearts melting
New blooms discovered
Leaves Joy uncovered
Freedom is calling
Come out to meet Him
The time for singing has come!
I'm so grateful for this Thanksgiving retreat, and for my my friend & brother for turning my little verse into a fun song. I love writing and have felt somewhat lost without it.
