I've seen the sun shine---
Many sunny days,
And I've watched the storms roll in.
Yeah, and I've felt the rain.
Pre-chorus
But, hey, You're here beside me!
Your arms around me, guiding.
I won't despair;
I won't fear;
I'll just call out 'cause You're here!
Chorus
Yeah, You are near me.
You are near me.
You are near me... I'm never alone.
In a world of Hurt,
people filled with pain,
We find our hope in You, Lord,
Though the trials may stay.
Jesus, You're all I want.
You never promised an easy life:
Some days I'll still see the sun,
But some days I know it will hide.
(Pre-chorus)
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I wrote this song while feeling my sister's hurt after the adoption of a sweet baby girl did not go through. I'm hoping to record this soon to share... It has a lot of musical elements and might take awhile to record, so I'm intimidated to begin the process... we'll see!
I sometimes do very nerdy things... for my OWN benefit, I underlined a few verbs... ignore it if it's distracting you... or just enjoy being distracted for the moment! ?
Thanks for reading!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
The Quiet
Ah, if I could hear Your voice
Just one more time, if I had a choice,
I'd ask to hear You sing.
Oh, to hear the Majesty
atop, even, the tallest tree!
I'd just awe, listening.
But I see You remain silent.
So I'll wait in the quiet.
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That's all I have of this song. I don't think there's anymore to it... not sure. I just wrote it a week and a half ago. When I say these words in private with God, they make me cry, though I'm well-aware that they might be absolutely frivolous to someone else. :)
I heard Him once. It was while I was at Judson. I was asleep, and I awoke so my dad calling my name. I ran to the doorway and said, "What?"
My dad was awake downstairs, and he said he didn't call me.
I went back to bed because it was well before time to get up.
I woke up to my name being called. It was my dad, so I went to the doorway and hollered back. I actually had to call twice because he was listening to the radio pretty loudly. He said he hadn't called me.
I went back to bed. My heart was racing, because it felt strange to be awaken by a pretend thing... I thought that maybe I was dreaming about him calling me or something. I couldn't fall back asleep, and I heard it one last time. I stood at the edge of the stairs, know my dad would call again if he did in the first place... He hadn't been the one who audibly said my name.
That day at Judson, in chapel, there was a guest performer. I don't have any idea who he was. He played the piano for us and sang some original songs. I remember I was sitting next to Matt in the balcony with his friends... I remember hating sitting up there...
And the man started the first of his songs whispering into the microphone, "Samuel...
"Samuel."
He played a little and said it again.
I remembered suddenly the strange events of the morning, and I wept.
That evening of the strange morning and the chapel guest, I told Matt how I had woken up. I don't know if I've ever told anyone else the entire story, this being one third of it, but I had a chance to hear God's voice, and I'm convinced of it. I just wish I knew what was happening at the time.
Now I would give anything to hear it again. I will hear it again. I just don't know when.
Sometimes I wonder what it means when the Bible says He sings over us. Did you ever wonder that? This song was formed out of a desire to hear Him again, and the curiosity of what it sounds like when He sings over us.
"Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight!"
Just one more time, if I had a choice,
I'd ask to hear You sing.
Oh, to hear the Majesty
atop, even, the tallest tree!
I'd just awe, listening.
But I see You remain silent.
So I'll wait in the quiet.
------------
That's all I have of this song. I don't think there's anymore to it... not sure. I just wrote it a week and a half ago. When I say these words in private with God, they make me cry, though I'm well-aware that they might be absolutely frivolous to someone else. :)
I heard Him once. It was while I was at Judson. I was asleep, and I awoke so my dad calling my name. I ran to the doorway and said, "What?"
My dad was awake downstairs, and he said he didn't call me.
I went back to bed because it was well before time to get up.
I woke up to my name being called. It was my dad, so I went to the doorway and hollered back. I actually had to call twice because he was listening to the radio pretty loudly. He said he hadn't called me.
I went back to bed. My heart was racing, because it felt strange to be awaken by a pretend thing... I thought that maybe I was dreaming about him calling me or something. I couldn't fall back asleep, and I heard it one last time. I stood at the edge of the stairs, know my dad would call again if he did in the first place... He hadn't been the one who audibly said my name.
That day at Judson, in chapel, there was a guest performer. I don't have any idea who he was. He played the piano for us and sang some original songs. I remember I was sitting next to Matt in the balcony with his friends... I remember hating sitting up there...
And the man started the first of his songs whispering into the microphone, "Samuel...
"Samuel."
He played a little and said it again.
I remembered suddenly the strange events of the morning, and I wept.
That evening of the strange morning and the chapel guest, I told Matt how I had woken up. I don't know if I've ever told anyone else the entire story, this being one third of it, but I had a chance to hear God's voice, and I'm convinced of it. I just wish I knew what was happening at the time.
Now I would give anything to hear it again. I will hear it again. I just don't know when.
Sometimes I wonder what it means when the Bible says He sings over us. Did you ever wonder that? This song was formed out of a desire to hear Him again, and the curiosity of what it sounds like when He sings over us.
"Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight!"
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