Even when the days and the nights are ugly, my God is still the same.
Protector, Redeemer, Saviour.
Abba, father, something I never knew and always knew.
Even when the days and nights are ugly, there’s beauty in the storm.
Rain waters the earth to sustain life.
Wind blows away the poison we’ve placed in our midst.
Clouds make sunshine so sweet when it comes back to greet us.
For everything there is meaning, yet everything is meaningless.
this might not make sense, I don’t count on the fact that it may.
My God, my dad, my father has made it this way.
Whispering to me, “fear, not child, I am here.”
These words ring in my ear over and over and over, yet I still fear.
Fear not, fear not, fear not, fear not.
A constant friend and enemy, an advocate of doubt and sin.
Fear not, fear not, fear not, why be scared when in the end we win.
The story is already written, the battle has far been won, imagine being
carried on the shoulders of the Son. Fear not, fear not, fear not.
This is my prayer in the battle, when victory is still on it’s way.
This is my prayer in the darkness, this is my prayer in my weakness.
Fear not, fear not, fear not, fear not fear not.
Taken from: http://pieceofpauline.com/page/16