God you hold the pieces
Let the tears come
And wash away this pain
Bind me up
I'm broken but I'm breathing
I'm restored
But never the same
And with you
I'm ready to face a new day
Always amazes me how I can struggle for so long to live life in a certain way, without any success, and then, suddenly, I wake up one morning and all that I struggled to do simply is. I talked to five or six people yesterday at church, some of them total strangers, but these were good and easy conversations without fear.
I'm not sure who wrote the song I quoted above. It didn't sound familiar, when I took the lyrics down in church. It might be original. The band told us how they felt God was telling them to start playing for the community as well as the church, but then all the winds went out of their sails. They didn't explain what that looked like, just that they were praying and asking God to explain what they were supposed to do next and, all of a sudden, they started getting original music and praise choruses in strange ways. Some came in dreams, some came as a member was doing chores and started to sing, absent-mindedly, until it would hit them that the chorus they were singing didn't exist.
They did sing some of their originals for us, I just don't know if this was one of them.
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