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There are houses of healing ... I've never known before ... Yours was the door leading in.Wounded ... without feelingLost within the storm ...Yours were the arms I rested in;Yours was the door leading in. Comforting conversation ... Thoughts that warm every breeze ... Yours was the Word I trusted in.And if I've known sweet elation,I've never seen past my dreams ...Yours was the dream I was sleeping in;Yours was the door leading in. Selah There are houses of healing ... I've never known before ...Yours were the arms I rested in;Yours was the Word I trusted in;Yours was the dream I was sleeping in;Yours was the door leading in.
By Georges NijsThere are houses of healing ... I've never known before ... Yours was the door leading in.Wounded ... without feelingLost within the storm ...Yours were the arms I rested in;Yours was the door leading in. Comforting conversation ... Thoughts that warm every breeze ... Yours was the Word I trusted in.And if I've known sweet elation,I've never seen past my dreams ...Yours was the dream I was sleeping in;Yours was the door leading in. Selah There are houses of healing ... I've never known before ...Yours were the arms I rested in;Yours was the Word I trusted in;Yours was the dream I was sleeping in;Yours was the door leading in.