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Loss, even when expected, is hard. |
I see a face in a picture in a frame My grief already feeling strange; Like our time is short and we have everything to lose But how could I have known what the years would prove? I got older--life got in the way of living, though it was harder every day Knowing you were sick, and not knowing what to do or how to act or what to say or how to make it through Now instead of a picture, I am seeing my scars-- the old ones from the past, and the fresh ones in my heart I'm searching high and low, blindly through the pain Looking for, longing for, needing someone to blame Jesus, why me? My world is crumbling Jesus, why me? I keep on stumbling And even though I yell and scream and try to understand I just can't seem to grasp a bit of your convoluted plan Now life goes on, no matter what I want. I hurt. I grieve. But I also know Someone who can and will help me through the hurt He will show me who I am and how to seek Him first Because no matter how or what I fight, I really am a child of the One who created life It was His idea to save me, and my idea to sin But nothing on this earth can separate me from Him Jesus hold me! My life is crumbling Jesus hold me! I keep on stumbling And even though I've yelled and screamed, and tried to understand I still can't grasp a bit of Your perplexing plan Thank you Jesus for Your mercy and Your grace And help me not lose sight of You in this fearful place Jesus hold me! My life is crumbling Jesus hold me! I keep on stumbling And even though I've yelled and screamed, and tried to understand I know now I may never see the wheres and whys of your plan I know now I may never see the wheres and whys of your beautiful plan |