Hide me now, under your wings
Cover me, within your mighty hands

When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with You above the storm
Father You are king over the flood
I will be still know You are God.

Find rest my soul, in Christ alone
Know his power, in quietness and trust

When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with You above the storm
Father You are king over the flood
I will be still know You are God.

I see myself being part of the congregation. The music is playing, the people are singing, the voices echo throughout the room. I try to sing, but no sound comes out of my mouth. When I finally sing, I sing without my heart. I come into the Lord's presence, with sadness engulfing me, I come to Him in tears and a broken heart. I ask God for a message, for an assurance from Him. He gave me His word, through David Ho. "The Lord says: when you feel that everything is just so unfair, when you feel that you don't deserve the current treatment, when you feel that no one is standing with you and you are alone, He promised that He would be with you. He promised that He cares even when everything else fails you."

I knew He was talking to me. I come back to Him once again, praying He would mend my broken heart. He yearns to put the pieces back, but I pull myself away from Him. I simply couldn't find the courage to face the world, the people. I can't see what is ahead of me. I am afriad of losing even more than what I have already lost.

I ask the Lord, "Why is it always me giving but never receiving? Why is it that I am sincere, but people don't appreciate it? Why is it always me trying, but people remaining indifferent? Even the smallest thing that I do, I do it with all my heart, but nobody sees it, nobody understands." The Lord answered, "So let each one give as he purposes in his heart, not grudgingly or of necessity; for God loves a cheerful giver. Your reward is in Heaven, my child. Gain not the approval of man, but Me."

I am trying Lord. I am really trying.