Monday, November 24, 2008

Storm

how long have I
been in this storm
so overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form
water's getting harder to tread
with these waves crashing over my head

if I could just see you
everything will be alright
if I'd see you
the storminess will turn to light

and I will walk on water
and you will catch me if I fall
and I will get lost into your eyes
and everything will be alright
and everything will be alright

I know you didn't
bring me out here to drown
so why am I 10 feet under and upside down
barely surviving has become my purpose
cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface

if I could just see you
everything will be alright
if I see you
the storminess will turn to light

and I will walk on water
you will catch me if I fall
and I will get lost into your eyes
and everything will be alright
I know everything is alright
everything's alright

I love this song by Lifehouse... mainly because the song itself is virtually tuneless. Other than some keboarding in the background played in a very subtle way, it's just the lead singer of lifehouse singing. It just makes for a brilliant effect, like he's actually alone in a storm. I can just picture him standing on a sandbar in the middle of the ocean and there's lightning striking all around him and the water is slowly rising, and yet he's calm. He wants to see God, knows that it would be so much better if Christ was there, right there with him. But he's still, ok. He knows everything will be alright.
It's amazing how much we'd feel as though our problems were solved if we could just see God, see the God of the universe to whom we must daily renew our trust. We don't have that option though, instead we can see him in his Word:
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds..."
"I will not leave you or forsake you..."
"They will renew their strength, they will rise up as if on wings of eagles..."
"Light into my life and a lamp unto my path..."

God is there, he promises it. He makes it ok, he makes it alright. He's that arm reaching into the water and pulling us out. I can just imagine it. I'm under the water, drowning, and I look up, as the lack of oxygen causes sharp pains all over my body and my lungs beg for air, and there's a hand, reaching for mine. My Savior. Everything will be alright. Everything is alright.