Not in Words

Have you ever been angry with someone and held the grudge long enough so that when at last you were reconciled you were ashamed of your stubborness and grateful for forgiveness and, above all, relieved?

These songs appear in an album released in 1993; Annie Herring’s All That I Am. I haven’t had it the whole time, but it’s been well over ten years. On Monday the songs new. They appear in order I repeat them, starting with the first.

“Stay True”
Through the windows of your soul
The world is looking in to know
If love is in your eyes
‘Cause love can’t hide
 
Through the weary world of lies
The world is looking in your eyes
If love can’t be denied
O love don’t hide
 
Chorus
Stay true, stay true
Stay true to your love
Stay true, stay true
Stay true to your love
 
Doesn’t matter what you do
Your windows will expose you
Love shines through the pure
Love can cure
 
Hearts to love and lives to feed
The world is crying out in need
Will love be in your eyes
With love I cry
 
(chorus)
Stay true, stay true
(chorus)
Stay true
 
 
“I Lift My Song”
I will fill the morning with His praise
I’ll extol the Ancient One of Days
For He is worthy of all honor
And worthy to obey
He fills each day with living wonder
As the sun unfolds its rays
 
God of my life hear my cry to thee
Let almighty meekness move through me
Let every song I sing be songs that bring
Your presence ever near
Where I can hide my heart when all seem dark
And break the web of fear.
 
As I lift up my hands unto my King
Darkness is torn away losing its sting
I lift my song of praise unto my King
God the Ancient of Days to You I sing
 
Hear the mighty thunder as it rolls
See majestic mountains capped in snow
Proclaiming all of life is sacred
And formed by God’s own Hand
Creating nature’s song of life
That rests the weary soul of man
 
As we lift up our hands unto the King
Darkness is torn away losing its sting
We lift our song of praise unto the King
God the Ancient of Days to you we sing
 
 “Miracles”
If I believed not in miracles
I wouldn’t be here today
If I believed not that love could heal
I couldn’t stand here today
Broken down and caught in darkness
That held my grief within
If I believe not in miracles
How did He take away my sin
 
If I believed not that dreams come true
I couldn’t sing a new song
If I believed not that love was real
I wouldn’t last the day long
When the lies inside of my mind
Were driving me insane
If I believed not in miracles
How did he take away the pain
 
For no one knows the depth of sin
Like little ones who’ve fallen in
The pit of lies that causes such despair
For deep inside you know you’ve lost
Your very soul to pay the cost
And yet beyond hope you hope He will be there
 
Oh I believe now in miracles
I see them happen each day
And deep inside this heart of mine
I let Him have his own way
For my life was torn in pieces
Wounded from within
If I believe not in miracles
How did He make me whole again
 
How can I ever thank you Lord
For all you’ve done for me
For healing me and loving me so much
When hope was gone with my last song
I sang my cry to Thee
And my whole life was changed by one touch
 
If I believed not in miracles
I wouldn’t be here today
If I believed not that love could heal
I couldn’t stand here today
All I know is that these poor eyes
Were blind but now they see
If you believe not in miracles
Just take a good look at me
Look at me, look at me

And I don’t know what else to say. I have no words for it, unless I borrow some from the next song (“Thy Mercies How Tender”):
 

Oh Thy mercies how tender how true to the end
They’re forever and ever more
And they love is forever and never will end
It’s forever and ever more
 
Holy Father, holy One
In Your presence our hearts come undone
Words are feeble, thoughts ungrand
Grace so might we can’t understand

2 Comment on "Not in Words"

  • I love those songs by Annie Herring. Sometimes I forget how much I like the old Annie Herring songs.

  • Arlan Post author

    They are always pleasant, but on Monday these songs were much more than that to me. I was blubbering my way down the interstate.

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