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To the ears of a broken
heart
A voice calls out of the
dark...
Your crookeds will be straightened
Your jaggeds will be smoothed
Your shackles will be loosed,
Make way for
Comfort comes.
For the tears of crying eyes
Though the wait has been
long...
A hand will wipe them all
away
Two arms will hold you close
A heart will skip a beat,
Make way for
Comfort draws near.
Rejoice and be glad, lips
unsealed
The glory of God is now
revealed,
Comfort is here.
Isaiah 39:5-8, 7:10-17, 9:2-7,
11:1-2, 25:8-9 |
