Hope

There are times in my days when around me comes a wave of doubt I just want to scream out loud "What the heck am I doing here?" "God, why does it seem like You're really just ignoring my tears?" I thought that when I'm founded in You I'd kiss my fears a sweet farewell too But why can't I go out and defend Your name While the world is attacking all the ones who hold faith? I save face, instead of willing to be despised And I forget that there's only one set of eyes Looking down upon me, with a heart full of love No matter how much I fall, you still say "Enough" "My child, I've already won the battle for you" "All you need to do is to cling to my truth" Lord, while I'm climbing this slope Please help me to keep You as my only hope When I struggle in the storm, I choose to rejoice When I'm weak and feeling helpless, I choose rejoice Even though my situation isn't getting better I choose to rejoice and praise my Lord When I feel like I'm alone, I choose to rejoice Whenever I get spit on, I choose to rejoice Even though my situation isn't getting better I choose to rejoice and praise my Lord There's hope through addiction, hope through affliction Hope when everything seems emptied and missing Tears of sorrow pouring down your cheeks like waterfalls Last memories of happiness difficult to recall Scarred and hardened by the challenges we face in life Broken hearted 'cause nothing ever seems to go right Hope has lost its meaning, attitudes are shifting Pessimistic perspectives has birthed a state of drifting Discouragement steering the sails above depressing waters No matter where you look, sorrow and pain appearing larger The walls are closing in, escape is looking dim But there is Someone reaching through the mess your drowning in He's the lover of your soul, He'll never let you go Knowing the times are hard, but perseverance builds and molds Shaping the shattered clay, scraping the matters away Hope in His grace can bring rejoicing through the rain When I struggle in the storm, I choose to rejoice When I'm weak and feeling helpless, I choose rejoice Even though my situation isn't getting better I choose to rejoice and praise my Lord When I feel like I'm alone, I choose to rejoice Whenever I get spit on, I choose to rejoice Even though my situation isn't getting better I choose to rejoice and praise my Lord Face to the floor, hands held high Can't take it anymore, Lord, I'm tired Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky? Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky? Face to the floor, hands held high Can't take it anymore, Lord, I'm tired Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky? Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky? I heard of many victorious stories Rising like a phoenix from the ashes of a burnt glory That stood up in the past, columns were pretty sturdy They were all the big shots something like Robert Horry They boasted about the bricks they built upon the sand Stood in a band of thirty men with similar plans Then the tsunami arrived and washed away their kingdoms Their castles and accolades demolished in an instant But amidst all the horror, there was the redemption Exemption from the debt, the past wasn't even mentioned Healing of the hurt, cleaning of the dirt Rays of light were beaming on the surface of their shirts I thought that the grass was greener on the other side Now I see my struggles are vital for me to thrive God calls me His beloved every single day No matter the circumstances my hope will never sway When I struggle in the storm, I choose to rejoice When I'm weak and feeling helpless, I choose rejoice Even though my situation isn't getting better I choose to rejoice and praise my Lord When I feel like I'm alone, I choose to rejoice Whenever I get spit on, I choose to rejoice Even though my situation isn't getting better I choose to rejoice and praise my Lord Face to the floor, hands held high Can't take it anymore, Lord, I'm tired Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky? Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky? Face to the floor, hands held high Can't take it anymore, Lord, I'm tired Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky? Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky? Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take the thorn away from me But he said to me "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness" Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses So that Christ's power may rest on me That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses In insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties For when I am weak, then I am strong