praise the God of awful timing
and all the things we cannot see
praise the One who walks beside us
as we hobble, bowed but free
praise the God who worketh wonders
from the messes we have wrought
for our freedom went to hell itself
His blood our victory bought
praise the God who listens closely
as we cry and scream and rant
the One who never leaves, impatient
when we scream — not again, i can't
praise the God who knows much more
than finite minds can understand
yet despises not our weak
as we cling tight to His strong hand
praise the God who knows our days
brought even this one into being
though blind, i cannot see the value
when weak and tired, i’m only kneeling
praise the God who leads me up
and up and up til i can’t breathe
so i can see the greater gifts
He made just for me to receive
praise the God whose kingdom cometh
praise the Father, praise the Son
praise the Spirit as He comforts
and guides us home, each precious one