One of the ways I experience God is through music. I didn’t think much of it until recently when I realised that not everyone experiences God this way. And that’s okay. There are many other ways some people experience God that I don’t. Nature, for one. God is too vast for all of us to experience the same way.
Like the frost on a rose
Winter comes for us all
Oh how nature acquaints us
With the nature of patience
Like a seed in the snow
I've been buried to grow
For Your promise is loyal
From seed to sequoia
This was one of the songs God used to reach me when I was sunken in despair. He didn’t stretch it down like a rope and ask me latch on and pull myself out, no. He climbed down through the ladders of this song to the depths of despair where I lay bloodied, broken, covered in filth, unable to move. He stayed there with me, enveloping me with his love. Reminding me that I was his and no one else’s.
Lord I think of Your love
Like the low winter sun
And as I gaze I am blinded
In the light of Your brightness
And like a fire to the snow
I'm renewed in Your warmth
Melt the ice of this wild soul
'Til the barren is beautiful
Had he ever left me? Ever forsaken me?
Adannia, I’m here. This darkness will not consume you. This valley will not swallow you.
I can see the promise
I can see the future
You're the God of seasons
And I'm just in the winter
If all I know of harvest
Is that it's worth my patience
Then if You're not done working
God I'm not done waiting
You can see my promise
Even in the winter
'Cause You're the God of greatness
Even in a manger
For all I know of seasons
Is that You take Your time
You could have saved us in a second
Instead You sent a child
He lifted me out of that hole and placed my feet on sure ground. Now He’s lighting up the path, showing me the way through. One day I will wake, and winter will be gone.
I know
Though the winter is long even richer
The harvest it brings
Though my waiting prolongs even greater
Your promise for me like a seed
I believe that my season will come
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