3.08.2022

though my heart is torn

I was sure by now God, You would have reached down and wiped my tears away, stepped in and saved the day.

And once again, I say, "Amen" and it's still raining.
But as the thunder rolls, I barely hear Your whisper through the rain, "I'm with you."
And as Your mercy falls, I'll raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away.
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. 
You raised me up again.
But 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.
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.

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