Storm clouds coming

Hold My Heart by Tenth Avenue North


How long must I pray, must I pray to You?
How long must I wait, must I wait for You?
How long 'til I see Your face, see You shining through?
I'm on my knees, begging You to notice me.
I'm on my knees, Father will You turn to me?

One tear in the driving rain,
One voice in a sea of pain
Could the maker of the stars
Hear the sound of my breaking heart?
One life, that's all I am
Right now I can barely stand
If You're everything You say You are
Would You come close and hold my heart


I've been so afraid, afraid to close my eyes
So much can slip away before I say goodbye.
But if there's no other way, I'm done asking why.
I'm on my knees, begging You to turn to me
I'm on my knees, Father will You run to me?

One tear in the driving rain,
One voice in a sea of pain
Could the maker of the stars
Hear the sound of my breaking heart?
One life, that's all I am
Right now I can barely stand
If You're everything You say You are
Would You come close and hold my heart.

So many questions without answers, Your promises remain
I can't see but I'll take my chances to hear You call my name
To hear You call my name

One tear in the driving rain,
One voice in a sea of pain
Could the maker of the stars
Hear the sound of my breaking heart?
One life, that's all I am
Right now I can barely stand
If You're everything You say You are
Won't You come close and hold my heart.


Hold my heart, could you hold my heart?
Hold my heart


The sky is gray and the clouds are gathering, but there is hope. There is One who hears the cries in the night and the desperate longing and yearning of bruised and broken hearts.
"If you feel lost and tried... this is your song..." I don't quite know of more words that are fitting, but that there is beauty and hope at the end of yourself.
I know for I am constantly living at the end of myself... and I find Hope that does not come from me, Strength that is given me, and the eyes to see beauty in weakness and a plan in the broken mess all around.
I feel like a string of cliches and song lyrics--but that is not necessarily a bad thing-- for the storm is coming, the storm is here raging inside my heart...
...and the question is. Will I batten down the hatches and try to hold on for dear life? or will I throw all the windows and doors of my heart open and dance in the wild wind and rain?
That is the real question.
Rain come, come and show me anew the choice for today.