Driving home, down the long dark road
The fields go speeding by.
Only here, are the trucks that appear
On the roadside, their lights blind me.
And I'm thinking, what am I doing
Do I really know what I am here for
Is it over? Is pressure disappeared?
Or does false hope cloud the horizon?
Does false hope cloud the horizon?
And I say, please let it work out
Dont tell me that something is wrong
And He says, beloved, I am here
See the footprints walking in the sand
Here I am now...Here I am now.
Make a pit stop. I open the door
I just cant work out this feeling
I dont want to. I dont want to be right
My false hope clouds the horizon
My false hope clouds the horizon
And I say, please let it work out
Dont tell me that something is wrong
And He says, beloved, I am here
See the footprints walking in the sand
Here I am now...Here I am now.
Phone call comes, the vigil thru the night
Will worst fear be realised?
Angels, angels please be near
Give protection...give protection
Sunrise. A new day is born
Outcome of tomorrow never known
Whos there? Peace and Quietude.
Can you see sun shine on the horizon?
The sun shines bright on the horizon.
Story behind the song...
A few years ago, doctors thought my Dad had cancer. My exams had been put forward a week, so I ended up with a week off uni before the Spring Semester started. I'd been annoyed about my exams being put forward (less time to study), but had felt prompted by the Lord that the reason for that was because the week I had off was a time when my Dad would need me most. He went in for tests and was given the all clear - I put my 'prompt' as being my overactive imagination. Heading to visit my Mum in Edinburgh, I felt that prompt again and turned off the M90 to my Dad's. I walked in, and got told we needed to take my Dad to hospital right away. My Dad was rushed into surgery, only to be rushed back out again as they realised he had a major infection and part of his insides had gone gangrene. It was too dangerous for him to be under anaesthetic. I knew there was a good chance my Dad would die. Yet I had an enormous sense of peace - he wasn't going to. The next afternoon I spent 2 hours silently praying over my Dad while he slept for the first time in a week. 3 days later the doctors took him into surgery only to discover there was now nothing wrong with him...the infection and the gangrene had disappeared. The doctors said it was miraculous...they had never seen that happen before. I had no doubt where that miracle had come from - Jesus. And I will always be so thankful for the grace that God showed to my family that week.