HERE IN MY LIFE |
| HILLSONG Key: B |
| Worship |
| I HAVE NEVER WALKED ON WATER FELT THE WAVES BENEATH MY FEET BUT AT YOUR WORD LORD, I'LL RECEIVE YOUR FAITH TO WALK ON OCEANS DEEP AND I REMEMBER HOW YOU FOUND ME IN THAT VERY SAME PLACE ALL MY FAILING SURELY WOULD HAVE DROWNED ME BUT YOU MADE A WAY YOU ARE MY FREEDOM JESUS YOU'RE THE REASON I'M KNEELING AGAIN AT YOUR THRONE WHERE WOULD I BE WITHOUT YOU HERE IN MY LIFE, HERE IN MY LIFE YOU HAVE SAID THAT ALL THE HEAVENS SING FOR JOY AT ONE WHO FINDS THE WAY TO FREEDOM, TRUTH OF JESUS BOUGHT FROM DEATH INTO HIS LIFE AND I REMEMBER HOW YOU SAW ME: THROUGH THE EYES OF YOUR GRACE AND THOUGH THE COST WAS YOUR BELOVED FOR ME STILL YOU MADE A WAY |
beyond the smiles, the laughter and perhaps idk, the strong and courageous girl you see is this part of me who is sad and discouraged. who tears. I do not know where to start and had tried a few times to blog about this, and then finding myself pressing the "X" button. so i will just share exactly how I feel now... you know, it is not easy. to see myself having ezcema. it is hard. to see new spots infected by it. it is terrible to find out occasionally after waking up from sleep that your own fingers, yes, are the 'killer'. all those times of unknowingly itch being attended by them. The spot of blood. the fact that i no longer can wear short skirts and what not. the fact that the scars are so easily visible. Hideous scars. the fact that it got so terrible that two of my colleagues actually asked if i had a fall. it sure did looked like it and i don't blame them a single bit. adding on is my knees who is generally weak as compared to that as a normal person. the ...
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