Chapter 5 PARTY GIRL

Chapter 5 PARTY GIRL

     She wore a party hat even when in the shower.  She didn’t want anyone to think her uncool even if she seemed ridiculous.  What could she do?  Her self esteem was lost years ago—stolen.  Taken by someone she wanted to love her and who had told her that he did.  Oh well, it can’t be told of the horrors that she knew inside.  How sad to have wanted love and been given rotten tomatoes wrapped in an imitation love suit.  She believed in fairy tales and the movies on TV.  Her name could have been love lost and not forgotten.  She roamed the earth to regain whatever she thought was lost and still needed inside by becoming in appearance the party queen (since they’re the ones usually, so she thought, accepted by many others).  While deep inside she was lonely and seeking God’s heaven.  She never attended parties, just wore the hat to look as if she did.  She is a faker.  Her name is Party Girl.

     Party Girl knew Clara was coming to take her to meet Jesus.  She kept thinking of what she had been taught in church.  Be perfect—she was a wicked sinner and sinners get fiery punishments.  She should be helping others and suffering to make amends, not daydreaming about going to parties for pleasure.  The one comforting thought was how she felt successful in obeying the commandments.  She thought obeying the rules would save her, so why should she need a savior?

     “Clara,” Party Girl said shyly quietly.

     “Hi, I’ll be over in 15 minutes to get you,” joyously said Clara.

     “I’m not going today, um, I uh, it’s not, well I just, us, it might make me feel worse and I couldn’t stand that today,” pleaded Party Girl, who figured that she had to be pleasing and polite to everyone.

     “Don’t worry about it, you can meet Him when you want.  He has been standing in the back as close as you let Him be, behind the more important others and concerns that you let nearer.  He said, ‘if it makes you uncomfortable, I will stay back, even if it hurts me.’  I hope that one day you’ll get up from your business desk and walk past all the others to Jesus and talk with Him, and take His hand to go with Him leaving all others and business behind; then let Him direct what you do so you won’t have to feel anxious and pressured and disappointed.  Call me whenever you want.  I won’t talk about it anymore, so you won’t think I care more about you doing what I want than I care about you.  Bye,” gently said Clara.

     “Bye,” said Party Girl as she hung up the phone and started to cry, thinking about what Clara had said.  “He stood back even though it wasn’t what He wanted, because He could tell I wasn’t comfortable.  He knows He can help me feel better, but He respects my feelings.  He cares about how I feel.  I’m not just a good soldier and disappointing robot made to perform for His pleasure.  I, Me, I matter!  I, inside, I’m respected!  My feelings are so important to Him that He doesn’t ignore them to do what He wants to me, even if it helps me.  I don’t need this hat.  I’m accepted already.”  Taking it off, looking at it, she continued thinking.

          You would hardly notice, but inside my heart, inside my dreams, I am human too.

          Runnin’ down the street, just as fast as I can.  Tryin’ to live my life the best that

         I planned.      Jesus  said, “Follow me.”  I said, “I’m busy livin’ now.”  Just a runnin’

         down the street, livin’ fast as I can.  Runnin’ down the street, just as fast as I can. 

         Tryin’ to live my life.  I don’t understand.  I want my way, then I don’t have to trust

          anyone.  I’m just a runnin’ down the street just as fast as I can.  Runnin’ down the

          street just as fast as I can.  Runnin’ into problems I can’t handle again.  Jesus said,

          “Follow me.”  I said, “Later, Lord.”  I’m just a runnin down the street figurin’ fast

          as I can.  Runnin’ down the street just as fast as I can, disappointed, disgusted,

          depressed.  I’m tired of this.  I’m just a runnin’ down the street destructin’ fast as

          I can.

     Then came the anxiety attack.  Life in the corner for protection until “it” went away.  Sitting facing the corner of the room, knees pulled up to her chest with her arms around them or squeezing the sides of her head when not beating the walls.  Crying and yelling, “Jesus, Jesus, I’m sorry I messed up!  I ignored you and hurt myself and you!  I’m so sorry!”  “It” usually went away after Party Girl’s “help me” prayer, when she hurt to her limit.  It was hard for her to ask for help from God because she believed it was another sign of her incompetence and weakness in handling her own emotions, which she figured were not an area of concern to Him anyway.

     The walls are security for her face that’s leaning against one of them.  Party Girl is scared, miserable, sad, crying.  Jesus appears, sitting beside her, holding her hands, then gently rubbing her fact to wipe away her tears.  No words spoken.  Then, when she feels better, He tells her wonderful heart-touching stories.

          No questions asked, He gave me hope.  No questions asked, He is my friend and

          loves me, loves me.  No questions asked, He accepts me.  No questions asked, He

          came in my world and heals me, heals me.  No questions asked, You understand. 

          No questions asked.  No questions asked.  You love me.

     Party Girl thought, “I like Him and want Him to stay in the corner with me always in this semi-darkened room with the mini blinds and door closed.  Jesus goes to the door, turns to look at me and holds out His arms for me to come to Him.  I go but stop, keeping one foot in the room while sitting ‘straddling the fence’ at the door with the other foot out with Him.  Fear has become my god and I obey.  But I’ve been touched by Jesus and even the security of the corner doesn’t satisfy any longer.  ‘Help me,’ I ask.  I’m carried to freedom from the false security of the corner, from my god of fear, in the loving arms of the Savior, Jesus.  When He carries me, I am fine.  When He doesn’t, I fall.  Reality, out in this world, is more thatn I can deal with, so I run back toward my corner of first known security.  This time there’s a chasm impossible to cross at the doorway leading to the corner.  The fence where I sat before with one foot on both sides is gone.  A desperate mind needing a way to survive, retreats to an imaginary world that’s controllable, predictable.”

          Happiness is calling at your window.  Happiness is knocking at your door.

          Come and see. Come and see. Come and see. Come and see.  Come and see. 

          Jesus forever more.  He brings such joy and sunshine.  He brings no fear, just

          love.  Come and see.  Come and see.  Come and see.  Come and see.  Come and

          see.  Jesus forever more.  Jesus brings no condemnation.  He brings such peace

          of mind.  Come and see.  Come and see.  Come and see. Come and see.  Come

          and see.  Jesus forever more.

     “Since I preferred the security of the lost corner and my fear god, Jesus sent, through the Holy Spirit, His message of love in stories, songs and inspired thoughts to my imagination where I was present.  This produced the feelings of before, when we sat in the corner together just enjoying each other’s company—no pressure, nothing scary, just love.”

          Somewhere living there on my own.  Somewhere living there beyond my

          reach.   Somewhere out there where I cannot see is life and beauty for me.

          No, He’s living right inside of me. Beauty lies where Jesus can be free to give

          me all that He knows I need—It is life within His arms.

     “Jesus is security.  If He is security, there’s no need to fear the real world, for nothing and no one can stop Him from providing for me and no power can stop His love except His own and He wouldn’t use it that way.  It’s part of His security—the unchanging nature of God.”  Curiosity made me go on with Him while I recited a poem I had written many years before which now needed revising:

          So many years in a walled-in cell, so many years all alone, now look and see what I

          am today still in my cell all alone.  One day I walked out into the sea of life out to

          this sea all alone the tide splashed my legs and I ran away, away to my cell all alone.

          Away in my cell I am someone great away in my cell all alone.  The people there

          are kind and without hate, those in my cell all alone.  Again I walked out into the

          sea of life out to this sea not alone. The tide reached my legs and I took a firm

          stand, but not all alone.  Now I reside in this sea of life out in this sea not alone.

          The tide sweeps my legs and I walk farther in, Since Jesus came, but not in my

          cell alone.

          I like to be where You be.  I like to go where You go.  I like to see what You are.

          I like to know where You live.  I like to sing, sing with You.  I like to be where You

          be.  I like to talk, talk with You.  I like to walk, walk with You.  I like to see who You

          are.  I like to see You.  I like You!

          I am His forever.  I am His forever.  New life.  I’m walking and I’m talking in His

         new life.  I am His forever.  New life.  I’m walking and I’m talking in His new life.

         Jesus sent His spirit.  New life. I’m walking and I’m talking in His new life.  I say

         thank you, Jesus.  New life.  I’m walking and I’m talking in His new life.  I am His

         forever.  New life.

         There is life without dancing.  There is life without party wings that are fried.

         There is life without stores.  There’s life without parties.  There’s life without

          hair that won’t curl.  But without You there is nothing left.  There is only

          emptiness without God.

          Now I’m runnin’ down the street holdin’ Jesus’ hand.  Lettin’ go of my plans

          and anxieties.  Jesus said, “Follow me.”  I said, “Forever Lord.”  Just a movin’

         down the street at the pace that He planned.

         

    

    

  

         

         

Chapter 4 WARFIELD

     Warfield was thinking about the past as he walked home.  He remembered having heard his younger stepbrothers’ and stepsisters’ happy sounds; he went in to see what was causing it.  Toys and pretty wrapped boxes were being handed out after someone’s name was called. He waited, standing at the door, very anxious to hear his name.  “Get, I told you,” angrily yelled his stepfather as he got up and rushed toward him.

     Warfield recalled that he ran and sat crying on his pallet on the floor where he slept.  Limp with the shock of being so left out.  He remembered the visiting preacher’s words, “Sometimes I feel so down, just don’t know what to do, and I reach for my bible.”  Not wanting to hurt, Warfield did the same.  After opening the bible the traveling preacher had given him, it was strange how his eyes went right to the part that told how God loved people on this world so much that He gave His only Son, so who ever chooses to believe in Him would have eternal peach and joy.  It helped to read that someone cared even if he couldn’t believe it.  The hurting stopped.  So later when Clara asked him to come meet Jesus, he agreed.

     Warfield was dressed in one of his usual expensive-looking suits, solid light cream color with a silky, printed, exactly-folded handkerchief appearing above the pocket with a matching tie.  Shoes polished as if they were brand new.  He even got a fresh haircut—immaculate!  “Clara, I’m all ready,” Warfield smiled. 

     Then there He was.  “Hello, Warfield, how glad I am to know you want to be my friend,” Jesus smiled.  “Hi, Clara, thank you for bringing your cousin to meet me.  Warfield, I’ve been wanting to tell you, no matter what you look like, or say or do, I love you,” Jesus said with a most understanding and sincere look.

     Warfield fell sitting back from the intensity of Jesus’ presence it seemed, but mostly from the thought of what He had said.  “All this time I thought I wasn’t good enough.  Not fit to be with anyone because of some defect that was always visible to others that kept me guessing what to do to make up for it or cover it with a neat appearance.  I wanted to be loved by someone so much.  It was such a struggle to keep trying this behavior, then that accomplishment.  I’ve wasted my life, energy, time, trying to please others, thinking my survival depended on their acceptance of me.  All along, You,” Warfield said, barely audible due to his crying so hard.

     Clara thought for sure Jesus would wrap him up in a big hug and comfort him with words, but He just squatted down and cried too.  He felt Warfield’s pain.  Warfield, who never felt really sure that he could trust someone, was looking in Jesus’ eyes, hoping with all he had that he could trust Jesus and said, “Sir, please, I, uh, never, well it’s, is it O.K. to believe You won’t tell me to get?  Will You?  Well, if you get tired of me, I understand.” 

     Jesus responded, “I am always with you.  I will not desert you or fail you.”

     Jesus sang to Warfield:

          For the lost I am a shepherd.  For the hungry I am food.  For the brokenhearted someone,

          I’ll be there for always.  For the homeless I am shelter.  For the sick I am healer.  For you
         
          my beloved, I am here for evermore.

     Warfield sang to Jesus:

          What would I do without You in my life?  May be troubles and storms and strifes,

          but with You there’s a sunshine and a joy each day.  Thank you God for giving

          me Jesus to stay.”

     Jesus told Warfield this story:  “The beggar sat outside the castle wall gate.  The people coming out were happy, but he was afraid to go iin even after they encouraged him to go ask the king for what he needed.  Wolves around him at time would come close and when one bit him, he ran inside the gate.

     “A banquet was going on.  He was invited to eat, but was afraid to go to the table to get food for fear of the people seated there.  I, Jesus, fixed him a plate and put it in his hands because he wouldn’t even reach out to take it.  He felt unworthy.  He ran with the food to hide behind a big tree near the gate.  He felt safe where no one could see him and where he could run quickly out free whenever he wanted.  I served him a plate filled with a variety of dessert treats, setting it down in front of him.  I knew my brother thought that everyone was a potential pain, waiting to hurt him, so I walked away, wiping a tear from my eye.  Even though it hurts me, I will stay back from you if I see that my being close makes you feel nervous or uncomfortable;  but I’m still with you, as near as you let me be,” explained Jesus.

     Warfield sang to Clara on the way home:

          The greatest love you’d ever show me is to teach me the way to go to the greatest
         
          love I’ll ever Know, from the One Who loves us so much He gave Hi only life just to
     
          teach us how to give our love in the greatest way we could ever do to love the One

          Who died for you. The greatest love you’d ever show me is to teach me the way

          to go to the greatest love I’ll ever know from the One Who made us all.

          How great is our God!  How great is our God!  How great is our God to be, forever

          the same, all glory and praise and honor to God from me.  How great is our God! 

          How great is our God, forever  the same to see, how great is our God!  How great

          is our God forever and ever.

     After they parted, Warfield continued to sing, while thinking of Jesus:

          Have mercy on me.  Have mercy on me.  Oh Lord, have mercy one me.

          He’s alive today and He’s doing fine and He wants to e a friend of mine.  He’s alive today

           and He’s doing fine and He wants to e a friend of mine.  He’s alive today.  He’s alive

           today.  He’s alive today.  He’s alive.  He died for us so we could have the freedom

           we need.  Thank  you God.  He died for us so we could have the freedom we need.

           Thank you God.  He’s alive today.  He’s alive today. 

     In between the sniffs as Warfield started to cry, you could still hear him singing:

            He’s alive today.  He’s alive.

         

Chapter 3 CLARA IN CHURCH     

     Clara poured her heart out to God:  “Sometimes it seems like I want to get out or in wherever there is life.  I want to be close to someone.  It’s dangerous because I’m getting desperate.  I feel so alone.  I want frantically to be rid of my people hang-ups so I can be close to others.  I’m afraid of being all alone in life because being alone only makes life seem barren and without purpose.  What’s life for anyway?  When we’re dead and gone, what would it matter that you tried to do something?  I don’t know how to live in this world.  I don’t like the way I am, all nervous, worried, negative and scared I can’t breathe; it’s smothering me.  I feel horrible.  I feel guilty and mean and ugly and so helpless and so in need of someone to be kind to me and care, really care about me.  They think it’s dumb to be me.

     “I’m scared because I’m alone.  And I think no one will ever care about me really.  Why doesn’t anyone want to hear me?  I’m too tired of trying to change because it doesn’t seem to be for any real benefit.  I’m trying to kill who I am to be someone else, so I don’t know who I am anymore.  Where am I, Clara, the original human being?

     “I feel lonely and it just doesn’t seem normal.  It’s because of a need to see people excited when I talk, because that’s the only way I feel worthwhile.  It wouldn’t be that way if I weren’t supposed to be close to someone.

     “I am depressed most of the time so I can’t smile it away.  I can only talk it through, but I desperately need someone to talk with me, not merely listen.  Maybe that’s not what I need, but as long as I think it is, someone telling me it isn’t won’t help.  To submit without an alternative, to cry alone, to hurt and not be able to say why, to say why, and be told you’re wrong, you shouldn’t think that way, hurts me inside.  Do I seem like nonsense?  Maybe to them, but I still think I’m O.K. I wish everybody did.    

     “Why do I feel so unimportant to anyone except myself?  They only want you to be what they want, never what you are.  Why are we so obsessed with molding others into our ideas of perfection?  Why am I so obnoxious or unwanted as I am?  They don’t want me human.  But I need them.  I want to be close to someone outside myself, and it’s impossible.  I need to accept it and quit.  I can’t be all things to anyone.  I quit!

     “I don’t want to direct my energy toward developing human relationships.  I’m signing off.  I’m closing the doors and I seriously doubt if anyone would care, if they even noticed it.  Really, I don’t think it would be noticed, because they wouldn’t care enough anyway to see.  What is it about me that attracts cruelty?  I’ll never pour my heart out again, never to anyone.  No one else will ever see me as I really am or how I feel, only a smile; only the help I give but not the friend I want to be.  I’ll be silent and serious and never care about anyone caring about me ever again.

     "It hurts and I don’t know what to do.  I wish I knew how to live.  I need to know I’m all right with someone.  I can’t get settled.  It seems everywhere is discouragement.  I’m afraid if I don’t do all the right things the way others expect, I won’t be loved, which means I’ll have to hurt.”

     Clara always carried a book or something written in her pocket (just in case she had to wait for someone, which was the usual for her).  This time it was a poem she had written, which she read out loud to God since she saw no one else in the church:

  Loneliness was trying so hard to be my friend, so I stopped to talk with it one day. 

  Its story was very sad and made me cry with feelings that brought the most

  depressing mental stress I have ever known.  I, a child too young to know the

  rewards of suffering, slipped away from the frightening call of loneliness.  Slipped

  away to my own dream world to block out my fears of no ever-present and loyal

  friends.  When there were no more dreams, because they were becoming less

  helpful, my new friend loneliness visited again.  We talked and now I know it will

  be my lifelong companion.

  As with all my friends, I want to know and understand all there is about them. 

  Loneliness, despite the pain, is no exception.  This visitor is persistent and very

  possessive.  Its most   prominent characteristic is the deep shattering pain it brings. 

  Its visits are reluctantly received and joyously rejected, but since loneliness is my

  friend, I cannot turn my back and slam the door always.  For along with its bitterness,

  it has shown me roads to peace.  The peace and contentment I would have continued

  to run away from without the guidance of my friend loneliness.  Loneliness is my

  loyal friend, especially since it visits so often

     Hurting so much inside, thinking about her feelings, she just cried really hard even though she hated crying because that’s what she did in the middle of most nights.  Then all of a sudden the inner hurting stopped and she sensed someone on the far side of the pew.  She wiped her face and looked over to see the kind face of a young man and oh, his eyes!  The eyes that showed the deepest understanding and gentleness.  And was that love?  He bowed and held his hands palms up in front and said, “Hi, I heard you.  I am the Way you asked for, to take you to heaven.” 

     “Jesus?” asked Clara in an unsure and surprised way.

     “Yes,” replied Jesus.  “When you are troubled and uncomfortable, imagine that God has you on His lap very gently sanding the rough spot to make it smooth and shiny like polished rocks.  The rough spot is an attitude, belief, thought, feeling, memory, desire, tendency, or some other part of our being that is not according to His perfectly loving will.  It is blocking the way of love.  He is replacing it with what is needed to bring us into a joyous relationship with Himself.  The rough spot of impatience is polished to the belief that God provided the best at the best time so you can believe that He’s giving the utmost possible love for you each second of your life.  Rough surfaces get hindered by the cares of this world and snag attachments that are not to God and are directed by sin.  Smooth surfaces glide past these problems since there are no crevices to hold their dirt as in rough surfaces.  Things are not embedded, so any dirt can be easily wiped away.  As He sands, the surfaces become hardened and the pressure pushed the soft parts inward.  A hardened surface cannot be so easily torn or destroyed by outside pressures and thorns (situations and people that afflict).  Corrosives, false or negative words, cannot penetrate to worm their way into the soft centers where hurts could result and fears cause one to run to anything or anyone offering comfort or appearing to do so, but not always to God, who only can do what is always best for us.

     “We decide to run to God for help and comfort, staying in response to His help, in love with Him now; standing close before Him, secure, trusting His love and providence.  Since our surface is smooth and shiny, we will reflect His good qualities—His glory, His love out farther as a light for others.

     “Problems are an opportunity for God to show how much He loves us.  God’s love has to be stronger than the hurts, so the hurts will not become a god to us.”

     Clare unknowingly became enlightened by the Holy Spirit and said, “So God in His mercy allowed me to suffer so I would know that He was about to help me and in my heart be moved to love Him.  If the hurts had been healed too quickly by an identifiable source other than God, It would have removed the need to talk with God long enough to get to experience enough of His attractive qualities so that I would trust Him to be Daddy God for me.  This way I wouldn’t leave Him permanently in pursuit of other gods, who never really love and take care of me, but only give a stopgap thrill like my chocolate-chip cookies, right?  I had a sudden insight.  I wrongly thought that He just didn’t care about my hurt feelings.”

     Jesus sang to Clara:

          Little child in my heart, won’t you please take my hand? Little child in my heart,

          I understand.  You have felt all alone.  You have felt so much pain.  Little child in

          my heart, please take my   hand.

          Little child in my heart, you give me so much joy, for your heart you have opened to

          me.  When you thought no one cared, you still trusted me to hear, little child in my

          heart, you weren’t alone.

          Little child in my heart, won’t you please take my hand?  Little child in my heart,

          I give no fear.

          Little child in my heart, I have felt all your pain. Little child in my heart, I love you

          so much I gave my only life, Just to give you the redeemed life, with the greatest

          love you’ll ever know, from the One Who loves you so much He gave His only

          Son and Holy Spirit, the comforter, to you, Clara, our precious child, to stop the

          pain and fill your need.

     Jesus explained, “I am deep in the gooey, ‘yucky’ part of your heart at the root of the weed that is causing inner hurts.  Very tenderly, I am separating the tiniest root hairs from the flesh of your heart so that when I pull the weed, it won’t hurt as much. When I finish, knowing that you will feel better, with a big smile and a very messy face, I hold up the uprooted wed and tell your spirit, ‘I got it.”  Then you feel the relief.”

     “All along You were working to help me get the whole problem cleared.  I just wasn’t aware of your presence because You were at such a very deep level in my heart,” tenderly said Clara.You have set me free, all this love for me.  You have let me see how great I am.                              

          You have set me free.  All this love for me, You have let me be just who I am.  You 

          have given me all the love I need.  You have taken me into your loving arms.

  She could ride the wind of the breath of God.  He will keep her safe in the home

  of God.  You could ride the wind in the home of God.  He will keep you safe in the

  heart of God.

     “God provided.  He always provides.  What you didn’t have, you didn’t need.  You see Him in the ordinary things of life.  When you were 3 ½ years old, your mother was feeding you.  You could have fed yourself, but didn’t want to eat ‘yucky’ vegetables.  Your mother said, ‘Well, we better get these vegetables in so when you get an ‘ouch’ it will get fixed’ You said, I’ll ask Dr. Jesus to fix it.’  Your mother replied, ‘That is wise.  Dr. Jesus and Daddy God put good stuff in these green beans so that when His daughter Clara eats them, the good stuff will come out and fix the ‘ouch,’ then it won’t hurt so long.’ So let’s take what God has already provided and when that’s not enough, we can ask Dr. Jesus and He will put in the rest.  When vegetables won’t do, Jesus will still care for you on the long journey,’ you said.  A good lesson in living provided through your mother using the ordinary experience of eating.

     “God is the Master Baker mixing the ingredients together.  Some things He never intended to go into the mix, but people have free will and do not always use it to love others, so in go their weeds.  At some points in mixing, pulling out the weeds causes precious batter to be lost, so they must be left there until a less damaging time for removal.  When the flour, sugar, spices and eggs are in the bowl, it looks ‘gooky.’  The rebellious eggs take more stirring to get mixed into the batter.  All blended it goes into the oven.  When it is done, it is a loaf ready to serve.  That is you, Clara.

     “Look in the box again.  You’ll see that the written answer was stuck in the lid:  Jesus is the way Who is true and Who brings life.  He is the only One Who can take you to the Father, where all your needs will be met.  I heard your request for heaven,” smiled Jesus.

          Living in despair.  Hopelessness surrounds me.  Never thought I’d say this, but thank you

          Jesus, for my life.  Thank you Jesus, for my life.  You healed my emotions.  I don’t just

          have to wait for heaven to have all the joy since You make life better now, seeing You

          in the ordinary things of life.  He said “come to me all you who are heavy laden, and

          I will give you rest, so cast your cares on me.  I care, and your burden is never too much

          to bear.”

          He has lifted me.  He has lifted me.

          Nobody likes me and I don’t care.  They just don’t like me ‘cause I got hair in my

          nose and on my legs.  They say you look so weird.  Why do you act the way you do? 

          Ooh, you’re just so strange.  Nobody likes me and I don’t care.  They just don’t like

          me ‘cause I got hair under  my arms and in my ears.  They say you act too strange. 

          Why do you do the things you do?  You really dress so weird.  They just don’t like

          me but I don’t care.  Somebody love me and I have been set free.  Jesus in love

          with me.  Somebody loves me and I have been set free.  Jesus in love with me. 

          Jesus in love with me.

          I don’t care what I got as long as I have Jesus to be beside me.  I don’t care what

          I’m not as long as I’m not someone without Him.  I don’t care what they say as

          long as they don’t take my Jesus from me.  I don’t care what they do as long as

          they don’t do till I turn from Him.  I don’t care what they’ve done, He healed my

          hurts and helped me live.  I don’t care if I feel many things, He helped me see

          that He’s God.  He gives life and He helps you to sustain it.  He’s the Almighty

          One, no one can take His place.

          Praise God, praise God.  He’s the One Who gives you joy.  Praise God, praise

          God.  He’s the One Who gives you peace.  Thank You God.  Thank You God. 

           You have given me life and hope.  Thank You God.  Thank You God.  I can

           give Your love through me.  Praise God, thank You God for Jesus Christ Your

           only son.  Praise God.  Thank You God.  Jesus carried me right through it. 

           Praise God.  Thank You God that Jesus helped me see and know His love.