Written by L. Breece & B. Shennett
I wrote these lyrics when my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. The “despised” I talk about here could be people who the world despises, but really are the circumstances that we would hate to have to go through, but find ourselves in. It is in these times where he picks us up and holds us together as we simply do the next thing. In his arms, from his holy perspective (in how we look at the despised circumstances) we can grow in his strength and be used by his grace for his glory, as he makes us into who he wants us to be in him. -L
Lyrics
When I'm down with troubles,
just wanting to be sad
Searching for a reason why I shouldn't be mad
I look up to my Father
and I don't know what to say
I don't know how to pray,
what are the words to convey?
Dear Papa, I want to be your hands
Please take me in your arms
and show me the way
Oh Papa, I want to have your eyes
To look on the despised with your holy gaze
I look up to my Father wanting Him to see
That I want to be what He wants me to be
