The somber music drifts from the speakers as the keyboard is tickled and the guitar is strummed. This ambiance joins the sniffles in the air as a single voice breaks through the quiet noise. A prayer is spoken and tears are shed. All is still. All is quiet. For a moment, time is still. A strange calm fills the air while children pour out their souls.
You take my mourning and turn it into dancing
You take my weeping and turn it into laughing
You take my mourning and turn it into dancing
You take my sadness and turn it into joy...
They huddle together as the instruments continuously spin out their ambient tune. Hairs stand on the backs of necks as together they cry out in silence to the heavens.
You take my mourning and turn it into dancing
You take my sadness and turn it into joy...
You take my mourning and turn it into dancing
You take my weeping and turn it into laughing
You take my mourning and turn it into dancing
You take my sadness and turn it into joy...
They huddle together as the instruments continuously spin out their ambient tune. Hairs stand on the backs of necks as together they cry out in silence to the heavens.
You take my mourning and turn it into dancing
You take my sadness and turn it into joy...
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