Sunday, June 21, 2009

Praise You in this storm (:

I was sure by now
That You would have reached down
And wiped our 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

Chorus:
I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
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
You raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can't find You

I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The maker of heaven and earth

would it be okay to tell you that i'm not alright? that i'm actucally not doing too well now?
sure it would be. but sometimes in Christianity today, its hard to just be yourself.
its hard to show that u're actually not doing so well, when everyone around you seems to be fine perpetually. well, God help us. God help us to be who we really are. Thank God for good times, thank God for bad ones too.

in this valley,
i know God wants to strengthen my spiritual muscles.
i do not know how long this will take,
but i trust He knows best
and i am willing to stay in this valley till He is done with me

my heart is so hard
my heart is so proud
Lord, please please take my heart and break it.
make it soft, mouldable by You.
clothe me with humility.
i humble myself before You,
You are God.

we need more Christians that will stop being happy plastic people,
with shiny plastic steeples and walls around our weakness
and smiles to hide our pain.
Starting with - me. Get real, mel.

Lord, help me to be real. I thank You for mountaintop experiences, for valley experiences. I lift mine eyes to You, for You are my help. i will praise You in this storm.

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