Oh, God where is your grace? I don’t feel it right now. How can you sustain me? God, please tell me how.
I’ve always trusted you. My faith has been strong. Look at what you’ve put me through; Oh, what have I done wrong?
*Where is the salvation that you promised? If not from this, what will you save me from? Oh, I prayed for a miracle, but still I am left without a son.
I do not feel your comfort. I feel anger. I feel pain. Some say that this is what you went through, but I don’t think it’s quite the same.
Oh, why’d you make the world this way? I don’t think I can endure it. They say that pain brings compassion, but without pain there’s no need for it.
*chorus
so once again I ask, “Where are you in all of this?” How can I believe you care when it feels like you’re not there?
And God I’ve never prayed like I prayed for my son. Paul says to pray without ceasing, and I didn’t stop—not once.
*chorus
I laid my hands on his chest and prayed that he would take a breath, that his body would work as it should. You would heal him. I know you would.
Yet, still we’re left here with emptiness in our hearts, pain in our chests
no baby in our arms.
*chorus
What explanation can you give
You can blame adam end eve
but there was no sin in my son
God, you should've saved Easton
1 comment:
You're right Josh, this world is backwards. It's broken. You know better than most about the injustice that occurs everyday. We say things like "what a terrible thing to happen, thank God it wasn't my family." But as a community of believers we should know that it's always our family. Be it the widow, the orphan or sweet little Easton.
I have contemplated a lot over the last couple of weeks how to make sense of this. I've wondered if there was anything God could say through me that would spark some hope. I even went down the same path as others to parallel it with the sacrifice of the Son of Man. Again, you're right, it's not the same. So how does it make sense?
First, I have to believe that our God is sovereign and omniscient. That the author and perfecter of our faith has a bigger picture in mind. Second, I must believe that we are all morally deprived and helplessly dependent on God's saving grace. It is this love that is shown to us through the cross that leads me to believe that all things work together.
Our lives are a vapor. We are here for one purpose, to love as Christ loved. To have eternal significance. I am convinced that Easton's life was one of eternal significance.
We love you guys and will continue to hold you up in prayer.
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