Nothing to Something

What happens when, my safe place becomes a place of danger? When the ones I knew the most feel like nothing more than strangers? Where do I turn, when in the middle of desolation? And with nowhere to run, and trust no longer within the equation? Trust of man, or, trust of you Father Lord I'm going through The hardest tunnel to Tryna' reach, this place of truth Once again Lord I can't lie The biggest war is in my mind And I just cannot seem to find The solace that's supposed to be found in, to be found in you And I have gotten so lost in, this world of isolation I have lost many good things, jeopardised my biggest blessings The ground under my feet is crying For you to step in And turn it, into something Beautiful once again Beautiful once again Turn my nothing into something father Lord heal my land and make it Beautiful once again Make it beautiful once again Beautiful once again Turn my nothing to something Let these dry bones live and make them Beautiful once again Take my hand, walk me through this land As it's preparing for harvest You breathed your breath of life, and now it's blossoming again That season of drought was the hardest My declaration from now till forever is Never will I take for granted The different ways your blessings show The beautiful ways you help me grow I'll never go back to that place Now that you've made my life Beautiful once again Beautiful once again You've turned my nothing into something Father, you've healed my land and made it Beautiful, beautiful, once again You've made it beautiful, once again Beautiful once again You turned my nothing into something Made these dry bones live And made them beautiful once again