The song
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I've seen the lightning flashing And heard the thunder roll, I've felt sin's breakers dashing, Which tried to conquer my soul; I've heard the voice of my Savior, He bid me still fight on-- He promised never to leave me, Never to leave me alone. |
Anyone who knows me will know I ain't fan of the papists as far as theology goes, and I know the guy singing the song on this blog, has gone the way of Rome, yet, when the going gets tough, and all kinds of doubts and fears to do with getting through this illness and to the other side, the main message of this song, is what I need to hear from God time and time again. And I do. When the fear of losing ones mind to some degree rises again for various reasons, you need the reassurance of God, that He will be there whatever, and tho the physical aspects are the ones that have bought my life to a stand still in almsot every way, its the mind aspects and losing it perhaps for good one day, that is the biggest fear aspect, and with the best known porphyric being King George of the Madness of King George fame, and my past, plus certain tendencies and events that rear up again now, the fear is valid, So, Yes, I need to feel reassured by God that He will be with me in the fire whatever, and that He's leading the way, if at some point, the unthinkabhle happens, and are stark raving mad. I may joke abuot the crazy calvinist and insanity and all that, and yet the joking these days, covers a multitude of fears, and fear can paralyze anyone, so, this song maybe sung by a Catholic monk, but whenever I come by here, during times of duress or fear, its a tangible reminder that God is going before me, whatever lies ahead.
Be Not Afraid:
You shall cross the barren desert
but you shall not die of thirst
you shall wander far in safety,
tho you do not know the way,
You shall speak your words in foreign lands,
and know they'll understand.
You shall see the face of God and live.
Be not afraid,
I go before you always,
Come follow me,
And I will give you rest.
Blessed are your poor,
For the Kingdom shall be theirs,
Blessed are you who weep and mourn,
One day you shall laugh.
And if wicked tongues insult and hate you,
All because of Me,
Blessed, blessed are you.
Be not afraid,
I go before you always,
Come follow me,
And I will give you rest.
Be not afraid,
I go before you always,
Come follow me,
And I will give you rest.
Be not afraid,
I go before you always,
Come follow me,
And I will give you rest.
