paroles de chanson All Things New - Page CXVI

Mother, Your call
Echoes through this chamber, this hall
I will sing Your song
Even when my patience grows short, the days long

'Cause You make all things new
It is what You do

Spirit, You fall
From Your children, You never withdraw
Your song will brace these bones
As You embody this body to bear Your fruit

'Cause You make all things new
It is what You do
In the places, we don't choose
Lord, You move, You move, You move
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh

Christ, You speak
To the ones poor in spirit, hungry, and meek
Your kingdom will pour through
The humble, the weak, who fully rely on You
'Cause You make all things new
It is what You do
In the places, we don't choose
You make all things new
It is what You do
In the places, we don't choose
Lord, You move, You move, You move
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh