GRAND DESIGN

Okay. I know I post songs on here a lot, but I'm going to do it again. This one is called GRAND DESIGN. Sometimes when you know you're getting ready to go through something hard, you think you're expecting it so it will be easier, but it's still as hard or harder than we had previously thought. One of the coolest lines in this song is "I feel the pain, but it still doesn't change who You are." It made me realize something I've always known but never really though about. Just because God's there and He's watching out for us doesn't mean we're not going to hurt. It doesn't mean it's not going to be hard. It means that when it's hard, God's going to see us through. We have someone to talk to to make it a little more bearable. I hope you enjoy this song. It's by an artist named Jill Phillips. I ordered this CD by accident...I thought it was someone else...but God has totally blessed me by listening to the lyrics throughout this whole CD. Enjoy!!

GRAND DESIGN

I knew it all along that this day was coming
Even though I knew it doesn't hurt any less
But somehow the suffering draws me to You
I could start running in anger
But then what's the point of a Savior

I feel the pain, but it still doesn't change who You are
Nothing I feel is outside of the reach of Your arms
My whole world could crumble, but all of the pieces remain
In Your hands that are waiting to put them together again

Just like I know You will in Your own time, in Your own wisdom
One day I'll look back and see the grand design
Maybe it will make sense then, these questions I have
But with it all here front and center
Sometimes it's hard to remember

I feel the pain, but it still doesn't change who You are
Nothing I feel is outside of the reach of Your arms
My whole world could crumble, but all of the pieces remain
In Your hands that are waiting to put them together again

Oh, I could start running in anger
But then what's the point of a Savior?

I feel the pain, but it still doesn't change who You are
Nothing I feel is outside of the reach of Your arms
My whole world could crumble, but all of the pieces remain
In Your hands that are waiting to put them together again.

WRITTEN BY JILL PHILLIPS AND ANY GULLAHORN