Stories of Faith

“And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Yeshua Messiah.”
-Philippians 4:7

I feel the questions close me in
I see the chaos rise
I see the wicked boast in sin
I hear such helpless cries

I see such wicked seeds and roots
Polluting all the land
In desperation, I cry out
“I cannot understand!”

My cry goes up and hits the ear
Of One more strong than me
The hands that hold the whole wide world
Caress and comfort me

And in that precious hour of grace
Whene’er I feel His hand–
What peace and love so perfect that
I cannot understand!

At the end of the rain there’s a rainbow
At the end of the storm there is sun
At the end of the struggle there’s safety
In the day that my wand’rings are done

There is strength at the end of the sadness
There is grace ‘midst the greatest of grief
At the end of the night there is newness
If I wait, You will send me relief

At the end of the breaking there’s beauty
At the end of the road there is rest
At the end of the hurting there’s healing
There is always an end to the test

There is hope at the end of the hardship
There is love ‘midst the lowest of lows
There is dawn at the end of the darkness
You are with me, wherever life goes

At the end of the pain there is power
At the end of the doubt there is day
At the end of the cross there is conquest
In the day that our sins rolled away

At the end of the fight there is freedom
At the end of the years there’s still You
At the end of these trials there’s triumph
In the day that all things are made new

Based on 2 Samuel 19:28

O Savior at Your feet I kneel
So humbled by Your grace
That You would come my soul to heal
To meet me face to face

Whene’er You meet me in this way
My thoughts and strength soon flee
I see how weak I am; I pray
“O King, You look on me?”

For I and all my house were dead
Before my Lord the King
Yet You have tasted death instead
And rose to end death’s sting

Because of love, an oath You made
With Abram long ago
That oath, that love, shall never fade
That love You’ve made me know

Because of You, I’m still alive
I’m filled from Your supplies
Your hope and peace have made me thrive
You’ve always heard my cries

You give me hope, eternal light
Beneath your wings I sing
So how could I still have the right
To cry unto the King?

Inspired by Psalm 139

O King so great and infinite
Beyond what I could ever know
You know my every word and thought
My every move, where’er I go

You never slumber, never sleep
On me You always set your eyes
Your hand protects and covers me
When I lie down, when I arise

O King beyond all time and space
Enthroned so high above the earth
From heaven, You look down on us
And give the lowly hope and worth

Your wonders take my breath away
I always love to see and tell
That You Who made the mighty mounts
Have also formed each tiny cell

O King Who does such wondrous works
Who rules the rain and spreads the sea
Who made all beauty, truth, and worth
Within the womb, You fashioned me

You gave me purpose, planned my years
And knitted me with tender care
You breathed in me the breath of life
Before I took a breath of air

O King so wise and powerful
All things are subject unto You
But yet, free-will You gave to me
And let me choose what I shall do

You force me not to take Your love
You force me not my love to give
I freely give You all my love
My heart is Yours; in You I live

O King Who made the galaxies
The stars and worlds that have no end
Oh, I am dust and ashes! Why
Would You look down and call me friend?

Your love, so deep and infinite
You let me know, and taste, and see
You gave Your life so I could live
Such knowledge is too vast for me!

O King beyond all earthly praise
Who numbers all the stars and sands
I read that You can not abide
In dwellings made by human hands

My hope, my everything, You are
No words I write seem fit for Thee
But since Your hands have formed my life
Please come–You can abide in me

When troubles and snares spread to cover my path
When people around me spew hatred and wrath
When pain and confusion is all I can see
I cry to my King, and He listens to me

When nighttime has fallen and I cannot see
When heartache and sorrow are covering me
I run to the secret place, cry out my plea
My cry rises up, and He listens to me

When faith seems to fail and I struggle to hope
When joy swiftly flees and I barely can cope
I know He can lift me; I know He can free
I pour out my heart, and He listens to me

When all things go wrong, and I hardly know why
When longing, and grieving, and fear make me cry
I cry unto Him, and my heart becomes free
His love melts all troubles; He listens to me

Since He is always listening
With tender love and care
Since ceaseless grace He’s offering
In pain, He’s always there

Since He is always powerful
To save, and heal, and free
Since He gives hope so wonderful
And plants His peace in me

Why delay ’til strength is gone
To pray for help and might?
Why delay ’til all is wrong
To pray for joy and light?

Why not seek and trust my King?
I fail when I’m alone
Why do I delay to bring
My plea before His throne?