"I was sure by now
God, 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.
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."
- Casting Crowns
This is beautiful, Ang. Music is one of your great gifts and has always held meaning and power for you. I heard this Jars of Clay song the other day, replayed it several times, and lifted you up in prayer.
ReplyDeleteThe Valley Song (Sing of Your Mercy)
You have led me to the sadness
I have carried this pain
On a back bruised, nearly broken
I'm crying out to you
I will sing of Your mercy
That leads me through valleys of sorrow
To rivers of joy
When death like a gypsy
Comes to steal what I love
I will still look to the heavens
I will still seek your face
But I fear you aren't listening
Because there are no words
Just the stillness and the hunger
For a faith that assures
While we wait for rescue
With our eyes tightly shut
Face to the ground using our hands
To cover the fatal cut
And though the pain is an ocean
Tossing us around, around, around
You have calmed greater waters
Higher mountains have come down
Alleluia, alleluia
Alleluia, alleluia
Oh, Lord sing of Your mercy,
Mercy
Your mercy