Comfort

I've always derived much meaning and comfort in my life through music. There were two songs in particular that stood out during this time. One I've already quoted on another post of this blog, but I'll list the lyrics anyway, and you can listen at the same time.

I can only imagine

What it will be like,

when I walk

By Your side

I can only imagine

What my eyes will see

When your face is before me

I can only imagine

I can only imagine

Surrounded by Your Glory

What will my heart feel?

Will I dance for you, Jesus?

Or in awe of You, be still?

Will I stand in Your presence,

Or to my knees will I fall?

Will I sing Hallelujah?

Will I be able to speak at all?

I can only imagine

I can only imagine

I can only imagine

When that day comes

When I find myself,

Standing in the Son

I can only imagine,

When all I will do,

is forever--

Forever worship You

I can only imagine

I can only imagine

Surrounded by Your Glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you, Jesus?
Or in awe of You, be still?
Will I stand in Your presence,
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing Hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

The other one was given to me by an old friend. I've known Karen since I was a young teen. I taught her children music and worked alongside her at many a Vacation Bible School. Her kids are now pretty much grown now, but I still see her once in a while. She sent this CD along through my mom, as they go to church together, with a note about a certain song on it that she hoped would speak to me. It did, and I'm now also a complete fan of Natalie Grant.

HELD

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Two months is too little

They let him go

They had no sudden healing

To think that providence

Would take a child from his mother

While she prays, is appalling

Who told us we’d be rescued?

What has changed and

Why should we be saved from nightmares?

We're asking why this happens to us

Who have died to live, it’s unfair
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This is what it means to be held

How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive

This is what it is to be loved and to know

That the promise was that when everything fell

We’d be held
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This hand is bitterness

We want to taste it and

Let the hatred numb our sorrows

The wise hand opens slowly

To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
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This is what it means to be held

How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive

This is what it is to be loved and to know

That the promise was that when everything fell

We’d be held
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If hope is born of suffering

If this is only the beginning

Can we not wait, for one hour

Watching for our Savior
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This is what it means to be held

How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive

This is what it is to be loved and to know

That the promise was that when everything fell

We’d be held

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