From Groans To Songs
And then when I uncross my arms and open up to God in prayer, when I rightly take the place of the clay before the Potter, things suddenly look a lot different.
I am not alone down here to struggle, while a harsh, unforgiving God sits up on high disapproving.
7 You are my hiding place;
you will protect me from trouble
and surround me with songs of deliverance.
He is right here with me. He holds me safe and hides me from trouble. He is my protection and my means of salvation.
My all-day groaning, is transformed in to singing songs of deliverance.
No comments:
Post a Comment