I’LL TURN MY PAIN INTO PRAISE… I’LL TURN MY PAIN INTO PRAISE…. WHEN I STAND BEFORE THE FATHER… I WANT TO HEAR HIM SAY… WELL DONE….YOU WERE LIKE MY SON…. WHENEVER HARD TIMES WOULD COME…… YOU TURNED YOUR PAIN INTO PRAISE…
Take a look at Paul and Silas…they were bound up in that jail… Love for Christ had cost them…much more than words can tell… Their backs wet from a beating…their bodies racked with pain… But as the jailer listened….all through the night they sang…
Praise be to God….Glory in the highest….… He’s our Redeemer…Worth to be praised…
THEY TURNED THEIR PAIN INTO PRAISE… THEY TURNED THEIR PAIN INTO PRAISE WHEN THEY STOOD BEFORE THE FATHER… I’M SURE THEY HEARD HIM SAY… WELL DONE….YOU WERE LIKE MY SON…. WHENEVER HARD TIMES WOULD COME…… YOU TURNED YOUR PAIN INTO PRAISE…
Never leave me or forsake me…when I call Him He is there… Not a cross that He can’t carry….not a burden He can’t bare… Lord I purpose in my heart…that through all my coming days When I’m in a place of hurting…I’ll just sing a song of praise… (sustain)
I’LL TURN MY PAIN INTO PRAISE… I’LL TURN MY PAIN INTO PRAISE…. WHEN I STAND BEFORE THE FATHER… I WANT TO HEAR HIM SAY… WELL DONE….YOU WERE LIKE MY SON…. WHENEVER HARD TIMES WOULD COME…… YOU TURNED YOUR PAIN INTO PRAISE…
Whenever hard times would come… He’d turn my pain into praise…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
