Where's Your Mecy?

Why? Why?

One by one... down with either sickness or diseases or growth of some unwanted stuff?? Why all of a sudden? God... are you saying that the world's coming to an end soon? I fear that day, though I rejoice at the same time.

Could you make a a way? Why Aunty Karen? Why does she have to pay for so many people's fees? And yet she continues to trust in you and treats it as though nothing is happening. And still she provides so much for us kids... what great blessing she is to us all! But why, Father? Why? Haven't she been so near to you? Have she let you down?

Set her free, Father. If it's your will for Aunty Lily to live on, let her live with no troubles. If you wish for her to go back home to you, bring her home soon. It's hard to accept the fact that she's old, yet she has to suffer so much.

I want to keep the faith and continue running my race, but I don't know how. Time's been getting toughter and tougher. I'm losing hope, losing sight. Especially so when the Church is still not burning with flames for you.

Praise You In This Storm

I was sure by now, God you would have reached down
And wiped our tears away, stepped in and save the day
And once again, I say AMEN, and it's still raining

As the thunder roars,
I barely hear your whisper through the rain
I'm with you
And as your mercy falls,
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives, and takes away

I'll praise you in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For you are who you are,
No matter where I am
Every tear I cry
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
Though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm

I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry, you raise me up again
My strength was almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can't find you

As the thunder roars,
I barely hear your whisper through the rain
I'm with you
And as your mercy falls,
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives, and takes away

I'll praise you in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For you are who you are,
No matter where I am
Every tear I cry
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
Though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm

I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help comes from
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth

I'll praise you in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For you are who you are,
No matter where I am
Every tear I cry
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
Though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm