Am I being tried? Am I being tested? But how can I ignore that constant beat Drumming in my mind, have You not set me free? From this world & its passions - no, I know You have. You, O Lord, are the fabric of my being The designer, the sustainer, A refuge, A protector.
I live for a gasp & am pulled down under - Yet this place feels like home, in my heart: a thunder. And you’re always making me grow, from distant to the close. A thorn in my thoughts, in pain you come again Yet I promised this; why? you may rightly wonder: I gave a promise to my Lord, even my heart, to lay asunder In the glory & presence of His radiant wonder.
He makes whole, He repairs: Any pain we must bear For the glory of His Name, for Love of His body Am I so deceived I cannot tell? Am I so far gone, I hear not Your words as well? I know what the world says, yet I do not hear it from You. A true Heart listens, and lays down life in Love. Lays down a heart in worship, longing to listen from above…