Here’s a song I wrote about my wife. The lyrics are from very personal conversations she and I have had over the last two years. I’ve watched her struggle with things in a very different way than I have, and I wanted her story to be told, because she is an incredible picture of God’s grace. These lines, some direct, some paraphrased, are things she has said.
Things She Said
V1
I remember better times
And these pictures serve as records from my less complicated life
But now the creases ’round my eyes
Tell stories of a different kind
Situations unforetold
Stripped me of the faith that I arrived in
Not a hope to hold
Just a complicated scheme to bring myself some rescue and relief
Sometimes it seems I’ve been forgotten
Sometimes it feels that way
My plans betray me in a moment
My circumstances, thieves
Chorus
Sometimes I cry at night
Eyes open towards the sky
Wondering if everything will ever turn out right
V2
I am tired, and I am worn
My hope shattered like a window, lying broken on the floor
And my faith’s a feeble thing
Choked by doubt that sprouted up like weeds
My head is telling me it’s over
My heart says hope’s not lost
I am an ever raging battle
Is this war worth the cost?
Chorus
Sometimes I cry at night
Eyes open towards the sky
Wondering if everything will ever turn out right
V3
I bear the scars of resolution
I wear them on my face
And though they tell a different story
They tell a tale of grace
