Constant Pain.
Aches, soreness, stabs of pain.
It’s spreading and it’s tiring.
Phone calls, emails, paperwork.
Resumes, applications, references.
It’s coming along.
Grace. Peace. Love. Truth.
God is faithful.
And He is Sovereign.
I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
I was sure by now, God,
that You would have reached down
and wiped my tears away,
stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen and it’s still raining
as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
“I’m with you”
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away.
And I’ll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I’ve cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to You
and raised me up again
my strength is almost gone how can I carry on
if I can’t find You
and as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
“I’m with you”
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away
And I’ll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I’ve cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
A beautiful psalm. A beautiful song.
My mind is full. My heart is overflowing.
I am trusting. I am waiting.
My life is Yours.
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