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7.15.2008

hallelujah

there are a lot of songs on repeat in my head right now that are getting me through these days. most recently (as in the last 36 hours), this one has been especially on my heart.

"hallelujah"--bethany dillon

who can hold the stars and my weary heart?
who can see everything?
i've fallen so hard, sometimes i feel so far
but not beyond your reach.
i could climb a mountain, swim the ocean, or do anything
but it's when you hold me that i start unfolding
and all that i can say is...

hallelujah, hallelujah
whatever's in front of me
help me to sing hallelujah.
hallelujah, hallelujah
whatever's in front of me
i'll choose to sing hallelujah.

the same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the day
spills over buildings into the streets where orphans play.
and only you can see the good in broken things.
you took my heart of stone, and you made it home
and set this prisoner free.


hopefully i'll get to write more later, but for now, just know that there's been a lot of "unfolding" these days and a lot of desperately trying to "see the good in broken things." and sometimes, or maybe all the time, singing "hallelujah" has to be a choice that can only be made with His help.