Now, before my only reader becomes concerned for my mental health, I want to state straight-up that I am not bitter; I am merely presenting the words to one of my favorite songs. The happy pills are helping me overcome the hatred. So come, let’s hold hands and sing to the tune of one of Sean Watkins’ classics:

I didn’t hear you say you’re sorry
The fault must be mine
I wish you all the best of luck at
Finding somebody more like you

You said you’d love me, always, truly
I must have changed
‘Cause you don’t need me like you used to
I hope you find somebody more like you

I hope you finally find someone
Someone that you trust
And give him everything
I hope you meet someone your height
So you can see eye-to-eye
With someone as small as you

You came out of nowhere and made me smile
Then you tore me in two
Saying “We’re very different people,” so dear,
I hope you find somebody more like you
I hope you find somebody more like you

I was listening to some songs by my one of my favorite songwriters, Rich Mullins. The words to this song reminded me of God’s absolute provision and grace in every situation, and the only response we have to that is to sing “Oh God, you are my God, and I will ever praise You!” He is definitely in control, and no matter how much I have strayed from His path and how difficult life may seem to be, He will lead me, step by step, until that day when my faith becomes sight.


Sometimes the night was beautiful
Sometimes the sky was so far away
Sometimes it seemed too steep
So close you could touch it
But your heart would break
Sometimes the morning came too soon
Sometimes the day could be so hard
There was so much work left to do
But so much you’d already done

Oh God You are my God
And I will ever praise You
Oh God You are my God
And I will ever praise You
I will seek You in the morning
And I will learn to walk in Your ways
And step by step You’ll lead me
And I will follow You all of my days

Sometimes I think of Abraham
How one star he saw had been lit for me
He was a stranger in this land
And I am that no less than he
And on this road to righteousness
Sometimes the climb can be steep
I may falter in my steps
But never beyond Your reach

Sometimes By Step
Rich Mullins and Beaker
© 1992 BMG Songs, Inc. (Admin. by BMG Music Publishing) Catalog

Well the moon moved past Nebraska
And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota hills
And angels danced on Jacob’s stairs
Yeah they danced on Jacob’s stairs
There is this silence in the Badlands
And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled
By the whisper of a prayer
By the whisper of a prayer
And the single hawk bursts into flight
And in the east the whole horizon is in flames
I feel the thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

I can feel the earth tremble
Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves
And the fury in the pheasant’s wings
And the fury in the pheasant’s wings
And it tells me the Lord is in His temple
And there is still a faith that can make the mountains move
And a love that can make the heavens ring
(And I’ve seen love make heaven ring)
Where the sacred rivers meet beneath
The shadow of the Keeper of the plains
I feel the thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I know the prairies are calling out Your name

From the place where morning gathers
You can look sometimes forever till you see
What time may never know
What time may never know
How the Lord takes by its corners
This old world and shakes us forward and shakes us free
To run wild with the hope
To run wild with the hope
The hope that this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain
I feel the thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

And I know this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain
I feel the thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And with the prairies I am calling out Your name


Calling Out Your Name
Rich Mullins
© 1990 BMG Songs, Inc. (Admin. by BMG Music Publishing)

History flies all around me,
An angry swarm of mistakes
I ran away but not far enough
I thought they were gone, I didn’t realize
I kept them alive in the back of my mind
If I could forget it would starve them to death

Pay no attention to the monsters
That come ahead of their time
They hurt much more before they’re real
Their fingers reach from the future
To clutch my throat and play with my mind
Turning away would starve them to death

All that’s left in my power
Is trusting or not, in this hour
If I believe it would starve them to death

I really like this song. It’s got great words, and a killer melody that contains an awesome riff. But the lyrics, though somewhat vague, really do speak to the thoughts and dreams that we would all like to forget. And I hope that one day the angry swarm of mistakes in my life will starve to death.

‘Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus
Just to take Him at His word
Just to rest upon His promise
Just to know thus saith the Lord

Jesus Jesus how I trust Him
How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er
Jesus Jesus precious Jesus
O for grace to trust Him more

O how sweet to trust in Jesus
Just to trust His cleansing blood
Just in simple faith to plunge me
‘Neath the healing cleansing flood

Yes ‘tis sweet to trust in Jesus
Just from sin and self to cease
Just from Jesus simply taking
Life and rest and joy and peace

I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee
Precious Jesus Savior Friend
And I know that Thou art with me
Wilt be with me to the end

I really like this hymn.