Blessed Be the Name of the Lord

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When I can say blessed be the name of the Lord,
when I can trust the Lord's provision,
when I can bless the other person

in spite of my disappointment,
in spite of my questions,
in spite of my worry,

through the chaos,
through the calm,

as I learn to trust beyond my circumstances
as I discover what it means to be broken and remolded
as He uses the broken pieces, leaving the signs of His faithfulness

may it all be a testimony to His grace
may it all be for His glory.

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my hands hold safely to my dreams
clutching tightly not one has fallen
so many years have shaped each one
reflecting my heart, showing who I am
now You're asking me to show
what I'm holding oh so tightly
can't open my hands, can't let go
does it matter?
should I show You?
can't You let me go?

surrender, surrender
You whisper, gently
You say I will be free
I know but can't You see
my dreams are me

You say You have a plan for me
and that You want the best for my life
told me the world had yet to see
what You can do with one that's committed to Your call
I know of course what I should do
that I can't hold these dreams forever
if I give them now to You
will You take them away forever
or can I dream again?


Surrender, Barlow Girl