(Verse 1)
In a world so quick to fracture, where the lines are drawn so deep,
Hearts grow cold,words grow sharp, secrets that we keep.
But there's a whisper, ancient truth, a calling from above,
To mend the breaks, to cross the lines, to walk in humble love.
For every wound, a chance to heal, a pathway to embrace,
The peace that passes understanding, found in saving grace.
(Chorus)
Oh, reconciliation, it's the song our Father sings,
From broken homes to warring lands, on Spirit's gentle wings.
It's letting go of bitterness, the pride that holds us fast,
And reaching out with open hands, a bridge that's built to last.
A tapestry of grace unfolding, in every mended part,
The love of Christ, reconciling, dwelling in each heart.
(Verse 2)
For children lost in silent wars, within their family's pain,
And neighbors gripped by ancient fears, caught in a bitter rain.
For nations scarred by history, where justice cries unheard,
The Spirit moves in quiet strength, fulfilling every word.
To seek the truth, to right the wrongs, to offer genuine peace,
That ancient debts and grievances, might finally release.
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(Chorus)
Oh, reconciliation, it's the song our Father sings,
From broken homes to warring lands, on Spirit's gentle wings.
It's letting go of bitterness, the pride that holds us fast,
And reaching out with open hands, a bridge that's built to last.
A tapestry of grace unfolding, in every mended part,
The love of Christ, reconciling, dwelling in each heart.
(Bridge)
It starts with one, a brave first step, a whisper or a prayer,
To see the pain in other eyes, and show that you still care.
It isn't weak to offer peace, or turn the other cheek,
But strength divine, a holy fire, for the broken and the meek.
Like shattered glass, made whole again, reflecting light anew,
His boundless grace can heal the past, and carry us right through.
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(Chorus)
Oh, reconciliation, it's the song our Father sings,
From broken homes to warring lands, on Spirit's gentle wings.
It's letting go of bitterness, the pride that holds us fast,
And reaching out with open hands, a bridge that's built to last.
A tapestry of grace unfolding, in every mended part,
The love of Christ, reconciling, dwelling in each heart.
(Outro)
So let us rise, with humble hearts, and answer to His call,
To build a world where brokenness, can finally stand tall.
Reconciled, by His great love, for all the world to see,
A symphony of healing, for eternity.
