Not Quite How We Thought

I Will Yet Praise

As we dance this dance called life I wonder why I have become so clumsy in your arms. With each passing day, moments in time become distant memories. Why do I want to hold on to everything? Why do I want to push it all away? I want to love with my whole being, but I am afraid. If love means hurt, do I want to love or be loved at all? I again climb this mountain in this journey called life. I am in the same place I was long ago, still struggling with the same obstacles only a little farther than before.

I don't understand Your ways
Oh but I will give You my song
Give You all of my praise
You hold on to all my pain
With it You are pulling me closer
And pulling me into Your ways

Now around every corner
And up every mountain
I'm not looking for crowns
Or the water from fountains
I'm desperate in seeking, frantic believing
That the sight of Your face
Is all that I need

It's gonna be worth it
It's gonna be worth it all
I believe this

Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.



Worth it All by Rita Springer
Psalm 42:5

posted by Christa @ 8:37 PM