"where does my help come from? my help comes from the Lord, the maker of Heaven and-"There was nothing more than the static that keeps the void company.
*static*
Sure I was just driving past the reach of the radio station, but try telling that to my vividly overactive imagination.
I imagined a look of peace on the face of a man, standing unfazed in the direct path of a wall of water. Neither looking at it, nor away from it, he is not under any false impressions that he will or could survive. Not desperate, not hysterical, not hopeless, and not in denial, not there due to his own mistake, not flinching, he sings aloud as his soul prays in a whisper.
"I'll praise you in the storm, and I will lift my hands "In the good times and the bad, You've always been there.
"For You are who You are, no matter where I am"From age to age, from generation to generation, whether here, there, or anywhere, You are.
"and every tear I've cried, You hold in your hand"It's a closeness beyond compare with the God of the universe, yet you've called me nothing less than friend.
"You never left my side and though my heart is torn"There's still so much I wish I had done.
"I will praise You in the storm"You who deserves all praise.
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