Still I Will Praise You When the thunder roars And the lightning flashes And the rains pour down – Still I will praise You When life doesn’t go The way I think it should And I sit and cry – Still I will praise You When evil abounds And darkness
My Jesus He died for me Upon a tree To bring me life To set me free. He bore the pain And all the shame To make me whole I’ll never be the same. He opened His arms With a heart full of love My precious Savior Sent from my
WOMAN Matthew Henry Woman was made from the rib of man she was not created from his head– to top him nor from his feet– to be stepped upon. She was made from his side– to be equal to him; from beneath his arm– to be protected by him; near
How Long? How long, O Lord, how long must I wait? How long before my prayer reaches Your ears? How long before You move Your mighty hand? I know that You see ALL that is going on. Why do You sit there as if it’s nothing? How long? How long?
Praise I will praise You O Lord My Rock and my Strength The horn of my salvation I will tell Your story Of how the mountains Crumbled and shook At Your presence. For You alone Are the Mighty One You alone Are God Most High You are Mighty And powerful
In Time His voice thunders from above Speaking to the ones He loves Have faith in Me, trust Me In time you will see. There is a reason for all this madness A purpose for all this sadness In time you will see In time you will know The “why”