by Cynthia Dunbar
You are from God, little children, and have overcome them; because greater is He who is in you than he who is in the world. (1 John 4:4)
Lord…I give you My heart
With every good and seemingly bad part
I give you the hope and the love that I feel
I give you the hurt and the pain that's so real
I give you the fear and the disbelief.
I give you the sorrow, the hate and the grief
I will not deny, nor cover and hide
the emotions I've buried so down deep inside
I give them to you all wrapped up in a bow
to shine light and dispel through the truth you bestow.
For you never bring heartache or sorrow or pain,
but give beauty for ashes till a sweetness remains
For joy comes from the journey and from just looking back
how you kept me from falling and withstood the attacks
For recalling the arrows and dark night of the soul
Clearly highlights our power over the spirits of Sheol.
So I'll revel and cherish and fully embrace
there can be no real darkness when I gaze on your face.
So come hell or high water and the world's loud demand,
I’ll not whimper or falter for my God holds my hand.