Dear Lord, I know you’re sovereign;
I know you’re in control…
over every minute detail
in this world and that’s your role.
But Lord, your providence, it leads me
down a darkened alley;
where the shadow of death
looms o’er each breath
in this cold and gruesome valley.
And I grow tried of fighting,
so worn from this descent
into a drying cistern
where I am left to mourn without relent.
But Lord, you walk beside me…
you lend your presence near
and without that much
of your healing touch
I’d wither as the panting deer.
Dear Lord, I know you’re sovereign,
and that you allow us pain
because our fears
and anxious tears
ripen souls like summer rain.
So Lord, in this stark providence
I beg your guiding hand—
for sin, I own,
and your glory’s known;
let this house on a rock withstand…
the tides and gale
let me not fail
to trust your ways are higher
as heaven over earth;
Lord, let your worth
set our world on fire!
Dear Lord, it’s clear, you’re sovereign
with your firm staff and rod.
May this bring peace
as dew-filled fleece
as I am still, knowing that you’re God.
References from the Holy Bible
Line 7 – Psalm 23:7
Line 12 – Jeremiah 2:13
Line 15 – James 4:8
Line 18 – Psalm 42:1
Line 20 – Deuteronomy 32:29, Hosea 6:1
Line 28 – Matthew 7:24-27
Line 31 – Isaiah 55:8-9
Line 34 – Hebrews 12:29
Line 36 – Psalm 23:4
Line 37 – Philippians 4:7
Line 38 – Judges 6:37
Line 39 – Psalm 46:10