I first heard of Mandisa when I watched her lead worship at Women of Faith a few years ago. I learned of this song through a friend whose precious baby boy was born incredibly prematurely at just over half-term. Although he was tiny, he was feisty and, by all medical counts, a miracle baby.
Because he was so little, infection set in in his lungs, and at ten days old, the Lord took Baby William to be with Him.
It is impossible for me to fathom the depths of the kind of grief that comes from losing your child.
When Little B was just a few months old, I read Bringing Adam Home: The Abduction that Changed America. For the next few weeks, I was hyper-aware whenever we went out, taking note of everyone around us. I double-checked the locks on the doors every night before bed.
And then the Lord gently reminded me of this: that before B was even a thought in my head, God loved him. He knew everything about him before B was even conceived. God reminded me of the two "trust lessons" He taught us while I was pregnant. I was humbled to remember that even now, as I'm still learning about this child and getting to know him, God knows him intimately and perfectly, through and through.
The thought of losing Little B still makes me feel sick to my stomach, and when it enters my head, I immediately think about something else. But if something like that were to ever happen, I hope I can remember my friend's courage and incredible faith in the goodness of the One who knows us - and our babies - through and through.
"Broken Hallelujah"
(Mandisa)
With my love and my sadness
I come before You Lord
My heart's in a thousand pieces
Maybe even more
Yet I trust in this moment You're with me somehow
And You've always been faithful so Lord even now
When all that I can sing is a broken Hallelujah
When my only offering is shattered praise
Still a song of adoration will rise up from these ruins
And I will worship You and give You thanks
Even when my only praise is a broken Hallelujah
Oh Father, You have given
much more than I deserve
And I have felt Your hand of blessing
on me at every turn
How could I doubt Your goodness,
Your wisdom, Your grace
Oh Lord hear my heart in this painful place
When all that I can sing is a broken Hallelujah
When my only offering is shattered praise
Still a song of adoration will rise up from these ruins
And I will worship You and give You thanks
Even when my only praise is a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
I lift my voice
Your spirit moves
I raise my hands
I reach for You
'Cause all that I can sing is a broken Hallelujah
And my only offering is shattered praise
Still a song of adoration will rise up from these ruins
And I will worship You and give You thanks
Even when my only praise is a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Because he was so little, infection set in in his lungs, and at ten days old, the Lord took Baby William to be with Him.
It is impossible for me to fathom the depths of the kind of grief that comes from losing your child.
When Little B was just a few months old, I read Bringing Adam Home: The Abduction that Changed America. For the next few weeks, I was hyper-aware whenever we went out, taking note of everyone around us. I double-checked the locks on the doors every night before bed.
And then the Lord gently reminded me of this: that before B was even a thought in my head, God loved him. He knew everything about him before B was even conceived. God reminded me of the two "trust lessons" He taught us while I was pregnant. I was humbled to remember that even now, as I'm still learning about this child and getting to know him, God knows him intimately and perfectly, through and through.
The thought of losing Little B still makes me feel sick to my stomach, and when it enters my head, I immediately think about something else. But if something like that were to ever happen, I hope I can remember my friend's courage and incredible faith in the goodness of the One who knows us - and our babies - through and through.
"Broken Hallelujah"
(Mandisa)
With my love and my sadness
I come before You Lord
My heart's in a thousand pieces
Maybe even more
Yet I trust in this moment You're with me somehow
And You've always been faithful so Lord even now
When all that I can sing is a broken Hallelujah
When my only offering is shattered praise
Still a song of adoration will rise up from these ruins
And I will worship You and give You thanks
Even when my only praise is a broken Hallelujah
Oh Father, You have given
much more than I deserve
And I have felt Your hand of blessing
on me at every turn
How could I doubt Your goodness,
Your wisdom, Your grace
Oh Lord hear my heart in this painful place
When all that I can sing is a broken Hallelujah
When my only offering is shattered praise
Still a song of adoration will rise up from these ruins
And I will worship You and give You thanks
Even when my only praise is a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
I lift my voice
Your spirit moves
I raise my hands
I reach for You
'Cause all that I can sing is a broken Hallelujah
And my only offering is shattered praise
Still a song of adoration will rise up from these ruins
And I will worship You and give You thanks
Even when my only praise is a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
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