More storms

Posted: September 4, 2014 in depression, faith, life, love, music, prayer, Relationships, religion, weather
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Ever felt that just when you think you’ve made it through one of life’s storms, another one, and then another one follow, and the circle seems unending?

Well that’s how I’ve been feeling recently, and, if I’m honest, I’ve questioned several times whether I have the energy and the fight to survive another storm. However whenever I doubt whether I can carry on, I remember a few years ago when I really did believe I couldn’t carry on anymore, and remind myself that it was God who got me through those difficult years even though I felt as though He had deserted me, He never gave up on me!

So even when you seem to be facing never-ending storms in life, don’t give up, just keep on believing, because God is with you.

Praise You In This StormThunderstorms

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

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

And 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

But as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain, “I’m with you”
And as You mercy falls I’ll 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
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 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
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
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

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