"When trouble comes we tend to lean harder on our Daddy God, realising that we just can’t “do life" without Him, and recognising His sovereignty in our lives. God isn’t above reminding us of these things."
“I see her as a little girl, hiding in her room
She takes another bath, and sprays her Mum’s perfume.
To wipe away the scent he left behind
But it remains to haunt her mind
You see she’s just his little rag, nothing more than just a waif.
And he’s’ mopping up his need, she is tired and afraid.
Maybe she’ll find a way through these awful years………to disappear.
Ask me if I think there’s a God up in the heavens.
Where did He go in the middle of my shame?
Ask me if I think there’s a God up in the heavens
I see no mercy and no one’s naming names.
No body’s naming names.
Now she’s looking in the mirror at a lovely woman’s face
No more frightened little girl, like she’s gone without a trace.
Still she crawls up in her bed, acting quiet as a mouse.
Deep inside she’s listening for a creaking in the house.
Still she leaves the light burning in the hall
She jumps when someone startles her,
It’s hard to sleep at all"