There are houses of healing ...
I've never known before ...
Yours was the door leading in.
      Wounded ... without feeling
      Lost 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.


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