We pray for blessings, we pray for peace Comfort for family, protection while we sleep We pray for healing, for prosperity We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering And all the while, You hear each spoken need Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things
We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear And we cry in anger when we cannot feel you near We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love As if each promise from Your Word is not enough And all the while, You hear each desperate plea And long that we'd have faith to believe
Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops What if Your healing comes through tears What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?
When friends betray us When darkness seems to win, we know That pain reminds this heart, That this is not, this is not our home It's not our home What if my greatest disappointments, Or the aching of this life, Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy. What if trials of this life, The rain, the storms, the hardest nights Are your mercies in disguise?
God, why?
I think it will take me a long time, if ever, to understand. But I see now why I loved this song and thought so often about what it meant, since I first heard it on the radio that frosty morning. What beautiful words of sorrow and hope, truth and clarity. How did I not see it before - there is no true antidote in anyone, any distractions, anything, but God.
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