| For the damage done |
| For the victory’s won |
| For the gift and for the grieving |
| Letting go and moving on |
| For the thorn in my side |
| For the war in my pride |
| Every single day of darkness |
| Holding out for morning light |
| There’s a river that delivers me to freedom |
| And the current of His mercy brings restoration |
| If my wounds could tell one story |
| Let it be a testimony |
| That You don’t leave me where I’ve been |
| If this is healing, let it begin |
| For my highest low |
| For my frail ego |
| All the breaking and the mending |
| All the seeds that I had sown |
| For the dreams that died |
| For the tears I’ve cried |
| For the weakness that bears witness |
| To the grace that You supply |
| There’s a river that delivers me to freedom |
| And the current of His mercy brings restoration |
| If my wounds could tell one story |
| Let it be my testimony |
| That You don’t leave me where I’ve been |
| If this is healing, let it begin |
| Let it begin |
| Let healing begin |
| Let healing begin |
| Without and within |
| There’s a river that delivers me to freedom |
| And the current of His mercy brings restoration |
| If my wounds could tell one story |
| Let it be a testimony |
| That You don’t leave me where I’ve been |
| If this is healing, let it begin |
| Let it begin |
| Let healing begin |
| Let healing begin |
| Without and within |
| You don’t leave me where I’ve been |
| If this is healing, let it begin |