The Praise weapon

A song by Jars of Clay… (not that we’re going through any sort of valley ourselves; this is for those we know who are going through a valley).  It’s an update from The Mom’s post about a year ago, on “the other” space.

“I looked up some of these lyrics in Bible Gateway, being sure that it must be quotes from a Psalm, and couldn’t find anything that matched.  But it definitely would fit right in with David’s Psalms with its frank, emotional unloading-to-God. 
 
Notice how the worship and praise doesn’t necessarily wait until the trial is over.  In fact, worship can be used as a weapon against the “trial-enemy”; once you begin to praise when you don’t feel like it, you soon find that you do feel like it.  Speaking of fighting the enemy with praise:  remember that in Old Testament Bible times, they actually had a praise-band to LEAD the army to war!
 
The song’s melody and tone fit the words so well.  The “alleluia” sounds like it’s being wrenched out of a groan; and the closing round of alleluia’s & choruses makes you feel like he has now indeed, been led through the valley to the “rivers of joy”.  You can even hear the valley-echo… in fact, when the final round starts after that silence (you think he’s passed out with sorrow), is there not the sound of a train-whistle, far off in the distance?”
 

You have led me to the sadness
I have carried this pain
On a back bruised, nearly broken
I’m crying out to you

Chorus:
I will sing of Your mercy
That leads me through valleys of sorrow
To rivers of joy.

When death like a gypsy
Comes to steal what I love
I will still look to the heavens
I will still seek your face

But I fear you aren’t listening
Because there are no words…
Just the stillness and the hunger
For a faith that assures.

Chorus

Alleluia, alleluia
Alleluia, alleluia

While we wait for rescue,
With our eyes tightly shut
Face to the ground, using our hands
To cover the fatal cut.

And though the pain is an ocean
Tossing us around, around, around,
You have calmed greater waters
Higher mountains have come down!

Chorus
(SILENCE)
Yeah (a sigh)

Alleluia, alleluia
Alleluia, alleluia

Alleluia, alleluia alleluia, alleluia
Alleluia, alleluia alleluia, alleluia

Chorus (4 Xs)

Oh, Lord sing of Your mercy,
Mercy
Your mercy

 

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