God comes on the wings of our worship
When we're in the midst of our pain,
The gateways of heaven swing open
When praise from our lips we ordain.
Not based on emotions praise comes from our faith
When darkness is all that we see,
No matter what happens He's worthy of praise,
He sees all, yet loves you and me.
He never abandons His children,
He rides on the winds of our storms,
It's when we're most needy that He is most near,
Through blustering winds He transforms.
There's nothing that He's not aware of,
There's nothing that He's not allowed,
For nothing can touch us apart from His will,
He's there in the midst of the cloud.
"Lord, You have a reason, that's all I need know,
And though I can't feel You, You're here,
So I'll simply trust You and ride out the storm,
What You have allowed I'll not fear."
"From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger." Psalm 8:2 (NIV)