There are times in my days when around me comes a wave of doubt
I just want to scream out loud
"What the heck am I doing here?"
"God, why does it seem like You're really just ignoring my tears?"
I thought that when I'm founded in You
I'd kiss my fears a sweet farewell too
But why can't I go out and defend Your name
While the world is attacking all the ones who hold faith?
I save face, instead of willing to be despised
And I forget that there's only one set of eyes
Looking down upon me, with a heart full of love
No matter how much I fall, you still say "Enough"
"My child, I've already won the battle for you"
"All you need to do is to cling to my truth"
Lord, while I'm climbing this slope
Please help me to keep You as my only hope
When I struggle in the storm, I choose to rejoice
When I'm weak and feeling helpless, I choose rejoice
Even though my situation isn't getting better
I will choose to rejoice and praise my Lord
When I feel like I'm alone, I choose to rejoice
Whenever I get spit on, I choose to rejoice
Even though my situation isn't getting better
I will choose to rejoice and praise my Lord
There's hope through addiction, hope through affliction
Hope when everything seems emptied and missing
Tears of sorrow pouring down your cheeks like waterfalls
Last memories of happiness difficult to recall
Scarred and hardened by the challenges we face in life
Broken hearted 'cause nothing ever seems to go right
Hope has lost its meaning, attitudes are shifting
Pessimistic perspectives has birthed a state of drifting
Discouragement steering the sails above depressing waters
No matter where you look, sorrow and pain appearing larger
The walls are closing in, escape is looking dim
But there is Someone reaching through the mess your drowning in
He's the lover of your soul, He'll never let you go
Knowing the times are hard, but perseverance builds and molds
Shaping the shattered clay, scraping the matters away
Hope in His grace can bring rejoicing through the rain
When I struggle in the storm, I choose to rejoice
When I'm weak and feeling helpless, I choose rejoice
Even though my situation isn't getting better
I will choose to rejoice and praise my Lord
When I feel like I'm alone, I choose to rejoice
Whenever I get spit on, I choose to rejoice
Even though my situation isn't getting better
I will choose to rejoice and praise my Lord
Face to the floor, hands held high
Can't take it anymore, Lord, I'm tired
Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky?
Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky?
Face to the floor, hands held high
Can't take it anymore, Lord, I'm tired
Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky?
Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky?
I heard of many victorious stories
Rising like a phoenix from the ashes of a burnt glory
That stood up in the past, columns were pretty sturdy
They were all the big shots something like Robert Horry
They boasted about the bricks they built upon the sand
Stood in a band of thirty men with similar plans
Then the tsunami arrived and washed away their kingdoms
Their castles and accolades demolished in an instant
But amidst all the horror, there was the redemption
Exemption from the debt, the past wasn't even mentioned
Healing of the hurt, cleaning of the dirt
Rays of light were beaming on the surface of their shirts
I thought that the grass was greener on the other side
Now I see my struggles are vital for me to thrive
God calls me His beloved every single day
No matter the circumstances my hope will never sway
When I struggle in the storm, I choose to rejoice
When I'm weak and feeling helpless, I choose rejoice
Even though my situation isn't getting better
I will choose to rejoice and praise my Lord
When I feel like I'm alone, I choose to rejoice
Whenever I get spit on, I choose to rejoice
Even though my situation isn't getting better
I will choose to rejoice and praise my Lord
Face to the floor, hands held high
Can't take it anymore, Lord, I'm tired
Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky?
Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky?
Face to the floor, hands held high
Can't take it anymore, Lord, I'm tired
Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky?
Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky?
Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me
But he said to me
"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness"
Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses
So that Christ's power may rest on me
That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses
In insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties
For when I am weak, then I am strong