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The Middle

Lyrics by Paul M. Carhart
Music written and arranged by Paul M. Carhart


The day is still
The night is wild
Keeping tabs on his willful child
His hand's in the middle of it all

The sky is blue
And yet there's clouds
Coming on like a cotton shroud
His hand's in the middle of it all

    His hand's in the middle of it all
    Though some may stand and some may fall
    His hands lift us up to set us free
    It seems it's me who falls most frequently

    It seems it's me who falls most frequently

The day is long
The night is short
The devil plays his wicked sport
God's hand's in the middle of it all

Though we hurt
And pain abounds
We still know that He's around
His hand's in the middle of it all

    His hand's in the middle of it all
    Though some may stand and some may fall
    His hands lift us up to set us free
    It seems it's me who falls most frequently

    It seems it's me who falls most frequently

Good and bad
They spin and swirl
In this mixed up crazy world
His hand's in the middle of it all

When it seems
That all is lost
We're reminded of The Cross
His hand's in the middle of it all

    His hand's in the middle of it all
    Though some may stand and some may fall
    His hands lift us up to set us free
    It seems it's me who falls most frequently

    It seems it's me who falls most frequently

    Jesus picks me up and comforts me

 

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Notes:

Sometimes things happen and we wonder where God is in all of it.

The fact is that we live in a fallen world and a good part of what happens to us is a result of a corrupted creation. God gave us free will so this free will has set into motion all sorts of things that can adversely effect all of us.

But God is still in the middle of it, orchestrating events and keeping us safe.

- Paul M. Carhart


   
 
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