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Make the house smell like bread
It's the only cure left
For this chaotic stress
Sudden fear, partial grief
Glazed eyes, stuttered speech
So I'll make bread for relief
I take off my rings and throw my hands into the dough
Yesterday's yeast provides what it needs to grow
And at the proper time
It takes heat to make it rise
To make it rise
So I take a deep breath, thank God for bread
As both food and a subtle lesson
This oven or fire is surely no less
Of a blessing than the leaven
I take off my rings and throw my hands into the dough
Yesterday's yeast provides what it needs to grow
And at the proper time, it takes heat to make it rise, to make it rise
To make it rise
For every measure of suffering
He's poured blessing in my life
And if I suffer like my Savior
Like my Savior I will rise
For every measure of suffering
He's poured blessing in my life
If I suffer like my Savior did
Like my Savior I will rise
I take off my rings and throw my hands into the dough
Yesterday's yeast provides what it needs to grow
