Monday, May 20, 2013

Irene's Song



Putting some of my feelings on paper tonight while thinking of my grandma. I just wrote a song.  Here it is.  **One thing though, I want to point out that when I say "Wishing it all would end".  I'm not referring to anything bad, just another way I saying "why can't everything be perfect".  Happy reading or singing!!  Love you Grandma Gifford.  Everything is going to be OK!!!  Trust in God's perfect love, and know Gramps wouldn't want us to be sad all the time.

Irene's Song

Feeling overwhelmed I walk up to the alter
There’s always a first time for everything
I fall to me knees and lay my head in my hands
These days I am content about nothing

And just when I’m about to give up
I feel something on my shoulder

We are your church, we are your people
Broken and helpless, in need of a savior
Do with us what you will
As I lay here broken-hearted
Wishing it all would end
That’s when I feel a hand on my shoulder
That’s when I feel your hand

 I lie awake at night
Content about nothing
I have a wonderful husband, two babies, and a home
What is so wrong that I feel so empty sometimes?
With all the love that surrounds me

We are your church, we are your people
Broken and helpless, in need of a savior
Do with us what you will
As I lay here broken-hearted
Wishing it all would end
That’s when I feel a hand on my shoulder
That’s when I feel your hand

Be my comfort be my peace let me know you are there
Help me understand all I should be thankful for
Comfort me oh God in this time of despair
For all that I want is to know you more

We are your church, we are your people
Broken and helpless, in need of a savior
Do with us what you will
As I lay here broken-hearted
Wishing it all would end
That’s when I feel a hand on my shoulder
That’s when I feel your hand

I am your daughter
I am broken
Do with me what you will
As I lay here, I refuse to be broken-hearted anymore
I don’t want to wish for an end
For that is not what you would have for me
So instead I will raise my hands

Feeling overwhelmed I walk up to the alter
Seems like we meet here, again and again
I’ll give you all the glory; I will give you all the praise
And I'll show you by raising my hands
Jesus – I raise my hands.