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 Your 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
‘Cause 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
My strength is almost gone, how can I carry on?
If I can’t find you
But as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
I’m…
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
But 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
‘Cause 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 oh-oh
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
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 lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The maker of heaven and earth
And I’ll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
‘Cause 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, yea
And though my heart is torn
I will praise, I will praise You in this storm
I will praise You in this storm
Praise You in this storm
I will praise You in this storm.
There are songs we bump into and there are songs that come looking for us. Praise You In This Storm by Natalie Grant is both for me.
Soon after it fell upon my ears last week, its anguished refrain, And I’ll praise You in this storm, was a light tap against my heart to ready it for this week: for the missteps, the exhaustion, things not quite working out despite my best efforts. As I played it on loop this week, even as I stumbled and made mistakes, I got up each time, and pressed little thanksgivings into my God’s Heart. There was still so much to be grateful for even as our lives became more and more difficult.
As a new day rose from the old, a new line in the song came to life.
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
I’d listen to that line as I drove, as I worked, my eyes wet, my throat hurting from tears both old and fresh. Grief lives always. It never dies.
One afternoon, I wept into my pillow. Of the many things You could have done, You chose to give and then to take away. Why, God, why? No hand did I hold up against my old anguish. I felt I had lost so very much in this life. It seemed as if every single epoch of my life has been marked by loss. Just as I discovered some happiness, it would soon be taken away. But this loss…
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
When I first heard those lines, I turned away from repeating them even as I continued to listen out for them. Then yesterday, driving home from a work day that had decided to live its own plan, so very, very tired, the song playing on, I raised my heart and whispered, You gave, You took away. Thank you. And tears came from the effort of forming the words I couldn’t bear to touch.
As soon as I had placed those words into Heaven’s heart, a light shone upon a new line, only that I heard it differently,
And every tear you’ve cried
I hold in My hand.
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