I want to blast the horn
And bang timbrel and drum
I want to blow the trumpet
To shout Jesus is Lord in my life
Inside, in my heart, I can dance
Proclaiming from the rooftops
Shouting out with joy
Resounding through the air
And I am a believer
I know that it is His chest I lean back on
It is His arms around me in protection
It is Him that strokes my hair
But I am stuck
Stuck in this mud filled swamp
Some days I can barely breath
Let alone shout.
Just like the psalmist of old
I cry out in the darkness
I plead for this distortion to leave
Over and over I cry out His name
I see the people around me
With their bubbly, friendly smiles
And yet I can’t connect
A treacle barrier persists
One day I shall jump up
I shall leap in praise of the Lord
But today I thank God He is with me
Keeping me safe and sound
I am being stretched but not shattered
There is a strain on my heart as I fumble
In the dark to move to His rhythm
I am sitting in the middle of a storm
I have no ship, no boat
Not even a rudder
I am tossed around with the waves
But I surrender all to Him who knows best
Today I choose to live, to live in Christ
Today I choose to sit in this mire
Until He lifts me up, lifts me out
And places me once more on the solid rock.
Colossians 4:12
…wrestling in prayer for you, that you may stand firm in all the will of God, mature and fully assured. —
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