Restoring The Locust Years Lyrics

	作词 : Kirkpatrick
	The path to healing forks too many times
	The road to contentment is hard to align
	Out of the anguish - the quiet voice is mesmerizing
	Great God
	Jehovah sympathizing
	Manifold is misery - symbiotic history of trials
	Soon a yard turns into miles - a day becomes a year
	No path set before me presents itself as clear - confusion without peer
	The cudgel of forlorn dreams - hits me square and final
	Restoring the locust years
	What you cannot do for yourself
	There is One who is able
	To restore the years the locust ate
	When sorrow has it's grip on you
	Giving you no reason to submit to any other
	Manifold is misery - symbiotic history of trials
	Soon a yard turns into miles - a day becomes a year
	No path set before me presents itself as clear - confusion without peer
	The cudgel of forlorn dreams - hits me square and final
	Restoring the locust years

	zuo ci : Kirkpatrick
	The path to healing forks too many times
	The road to contentment is hard to align
	Out of the anguish the quiet voice is mesmerizing
	Great God
	Jehovah sympathizing
	Manifold is misery symbiotic history of trials
	Soon a yard turns into miles a day becomes a year
	No path set before me presents itself as clear confusion without peer
	The cudgel of forlorn dreams hits me square and final
	Restoring the locust years
	What you cannot do for yourself
	There is One who is able
	To restore the years the locust ate
	When sorrow has it' s grip on you
	Giving you no reason to submit to any other
	Manifold is misery symbiotic history of trials
	Soon a yard turns into miles a day becomes a year
	No path set before me presents itself as clear confusion without peer
	The cudgel of forlorn dreams hits me square and final
	Restoring the locust years

	zuò cí : Kirkpatrick
	The path to healing forks too many times
	The road to contentment is hard to align
	Out of the anguish the quiet voice is mesmerizing
	Great God
	Jehovah sympathizing
	Manifold is misery symbiotic history of trials
	Soon a yard turns into miles a day becomes a year
	No path set before me presents itself as clear confusion without peer
	The cudgel of forlorn dreams hits me square and final
	Restoring the locust years
	What you cannot do for yourself
	There is One who is able
	To restore the years the locust ate
	When sorrow has it' s grip on you
	Giving you no reason to submit to any other
	Manifold is misery symbiotic history of trials
	Soon a yard turns into miles a day becomes a year
	No path set before me presents itself as clear confusion without peer
	The cudgel of forlorn dreams hits me square and final
	Restoring the locust years

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