Sometimes we walk
through a desert for so long we hardly know
What it is to smell sweet flowers, or to feel soft breezes blow.
But today, as I was passing through the garden of my soul,
I found a new place that was blooming, where the broken is made
whole.
Chorus:
There shall be
streams in the desert, rivers in the sand
When He restores the signs of springtime to the dry and barren
land.
There shall be songs where there was sighing, peace where there
was pain
When He restores the joyful sound to my (your) broken heart
again.
I've been clinging
to a promise from the God that cannot lie,
That our sorrows and our sighs shall flee away, our tears be
dry,
And it seems I see the new life, like the green of grass in
spring,
And my fear like frost is melting, and I feel my spirit sing.
(Chorus)
There shall be
songs where there was sighing, peace where there was pain,
When He restores the joyful sound, He will restore the joyful
sound.