TITLE: Sometimes I Hide By Amber Riebe 11/06/07 |
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Sometimes this life is too much for me.
and it’s all I can do just to breathe.
Sometimes the wind blows way too strong
and I feel like I’m barely hanging on.
Sometimes this life drags me down
and it’s all I can do just to crawl around.
Sometimes Your plans are so hard to see
and I feel the walls of life caving in on me.
When everything becomes too much
and this road I’m on becomes too rough
I feel the stress rising in me like the tide
So I run from it all and I hide.
Sometimes this road seems too long
and I find that the way I thought was right, is wrong.
Sometimes the pressure of life is more than I can take
and I feel like I’m walking on a tightrope that’s about to break.
Sometimes it takes all my strength just to pray
and I don’t know if I can make it through another day.
Sometimes I just stop and fall to my knees
and it feels like no one’s standing up for me.
When everything becomes too much
and this road I’m on becomes too rough
I feel the stress rising in me like the tide
So I run from it all and I hide.
Sometimes the waters are just too high.
And when I look over the ocean I fall apart inside.
Sometimes I think I only need You to hold my hand
but You pull me to my feet and help me stand.
Sometimes in the midst of my trouble I smile
and people wonder why.
But I know it’s because when life becomes too much,
in You I hide.
When everything becomes too much
and this road I’m on becomes too rough
I feel the stress rising in me like the tide
So I run from it all and I hide.
Sometimes I’m not sure what to do
and all I can do is run to You.
Sometimes by my fears I’m chased
so I run to You ‘cause You’re my hiding place.
Sometimes I feel my life begin to crumble
so I hide in You and You preserve me from my trouble.
You help me through every circumstance
and You surround me with songs of deliverance.
When everything becomes too much
and this road I’m on becomes too rough
I feel the stress rising in me like the tide
So I run from it all and I hide.
When I just can’t figure out what to do
I give up on myself and I turn to You.
When the mountain of trouble is too high for me to climb
I don’t even try, instead I hide.
You are the place I go to hide.
You draw me in and bring me close to Your side.
Sometimes people ask why I smile when I should cry
and I tell them, “sometimes I hide.”
You’re the reason why I make it through,
I prevail over my troubles because I hide in You.
Jesus, I know the only reason why
is because in You is where I hide.
You are my hiding place; You shall preserve me from trouble; You shall surround me with songs of deliverance. Psalm 32:7
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