Friday, March 27, 2009

How Can I Keep from Singing YOUR Praise?


there is an endless song
echoes in my soul
i hear the music ring
and though the storms may come
i am holding on
to the rock i cling

how can i keep from singing your praise
how can i ever say enough
how amazing is your love
how can i keep from shouting your name
i know i am loved by the king
and it makes my heart want to sing

i will lift my eyes
in the darkest night
for i know my savior lives
and i will walk with you
knowing you'll see me through
and sing the songs you give


i can sing in the troubled times
sing when i win
i can sing when i lose my step
and fall down again
i can sing 'cause you pick me up
sing 'cause you're there
i can sing 'cause you hear me, lord
when i call to you in prayer
i can sing with my last breath
sing for i know
that i'll sing with the angels
and the saints around the throne





I got to sing this song on Wednesday night- standing between my parents in the teen center at their church. My parents are going through probably the worst storm of there lives and yet they have never lost sight of the one who is worthy of all of their praise. I sang as silent tears ran down my face as I thought about how God will always take care of us through the storm if we continue to look to him.
It has been so great to be with my family this week. I am sad that I am not here all the time to face the storm with them. I have always thought that my parents were pretty great people but this week I have gained a whole new respect for them and all they do for others.
I am laying in my bed in my parents house looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars I put on this ceiling almost 12 years ago. As I am writing this, I am thankful that instead of being caught up in the storm, my parents went up to the church to spend a few hours in prayer together. I am blessed beyond anything I could ever imagine.

I know I am loved by the king and it makes my heart want to sing.

1 comment:

Aleta said...

I love this song, and I love your story -- and I love you and praise God for all those who, like you, can see God through the storm. I am praying for your parents and confident God has something good prepared for them. Thank you, Father, for blessing Claira with such sensitive parents who are tuned in to You and will raise her to see You in all things!