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you wouldn't cry

Today is the day that would have been the 5th birthday of our little Zoe Grace.  It’s a gray day...seems somewhat fitting.  God blessed me with more encouragement than I could’ve imagined by the words of a song from Mandisa’s new album.  Dan and I attended her concert last night of all nights.  She shared that she and some friends wrote a song for a fan who had a full term still born infant.  Mandisa had seen the woman just a day before she lost her little boy.  The pain that she felt for her birthed this song.  Dan and I looked at each other, knowing what today was in the back of our minds.  God does these things on purpose ya know...there was no coincidence that we received this encouragement yesterday evening.
You Wouldn’t Cry (Andrew’s Song)
All you saw was pain
All you saw was rain
But you should see me now
Moments filled with tears
Lasted all those years
Disappeared some how
You never said goodbye
On your knees you cry
You’re still asking why
But blue has never been bluer
True has never been truer
Honey never tasted so sweet
There’s a song in the breeze
A million voices in praise
A rose has never smelled redder
The sun has never been brighter
If I could find the right words to say
If you could look at my face
If you could just see this place
You wouldn’t cry for me today
What you think you see
Isn’t really me
I’m already home
You’ve got to lay it down
‘Cause Jesus holds me now
And I am not alone
Your faith is wearing thin
But I am watching Him
And He is holding you too
Oh what may seem like years
Will just be a moment
Oh the day will come
When I’ll show you where you’re going
I can’t wait to show you
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