praise cont’d | mountains in the garden

I’m not broken I’m not dead,

You gave me life, lifted my head

The wounds that once controlled my life,

Have been taken up upon your stripes

This resurrection power in me -

For you have set this captive free -

Releases joy in and through,

So, your praises I will sing to you.

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