Post by remypoe on Mar 17, 2006 11:57:10 GMT -5
As I ride the waves of frustration and grief,
I cry out to God, begging for merciful relief.
This trial by fire, turning silver to gold,
hasn't killed me yet, but I sure feel old.
On the other side, stronger I will be,
living with You in perfect harmony.
I feel like Paul on that old Damascus road,
knocked off I disagree, a total loss of control.
Dazed and confused, is there more in store?
What are You up to Lord? This I implore.
Unveil Your plan, before mine eyes,
help me, through the fire, begin to realize,
only through Your grace and mercy can I be wise.
Reminiscent of David, writer of the Psalms,
a man after God's own heart, my sin's pierced Thy palms.
Bittersweet, sometimes though it may be,
without love, I am left with nothing but misery.
It is better to have loved, than not to have tried,
protecting myself, giving in to the pride,
eventually leads me to a hard lonely life,
riddled with grief, stricken with strife.
Jesus died, taking all of that away,
the resurrection, promises hope for a new day.
Peace, He leaves with me, until the end,
on that majestic day, when He comes back again.
Sound the trumpets, the Lord has arrived,
to claim His people from the Demon of Lies.
In the light of His truth, anguish has no place,
consumed with peace, restored by His grace.
With Him, in glory I shall reign,
the beginning of the neverending...life unchained.
I cry out to God, begging for merciful relief.
This trial by fire, turning silver to gold,
hasn't killed me yet, but I sure feel old.
On the other side, stronger I will be,
living with You in perfect harmony.
I feel like Paul on that old Damascus road,
knocked off I disagree, a total loss of control.
Dazed and confused, is there more in store?
What are You up to Lord? This I implore.
Unveil Your plan, before mine eyes,
help me, through the fire, begin to realize,
only through Your grace and mercy can I be wise.
Reminiscent of David, writer of the Psalms,
a man after God's own heart, my sin's pierced Thy palms.
Bittersweet, sometimes though it may be,
without love, I am left with nothing but misery.
It is better to have loved, than not to have tried,
protecting myself, giving in to the pride,
eventually leads me to a hard lonely life,
riddled with grief, stricken with strife.
Jesus died, taking all of that away,
the resurrection, promises hope for a new day.
Peace, He leaves with me, until the end,
on that majestic day, when He comes back again.
Sound the trumpets, the Lord has arrived,
to claim His people from the Demon of Lies.
In the light of His truth, anguish has no place,
consumed with peace, restored by His grace.
With Him, in glory I shall reign,
the beginning of the neverending...life unchained.