While sitting on a park bench in the Summer of 2009, I penned the lyrics to the song “With You,” which would be my first song written since the seventh grade (which was written for a school project). I had never considered myself a “songwriter,” but the lyrics came so swiftly, tumbling out of my head onto paper. This was a season filled with pressure from the world’s expectations and, simultaneously, one of increasingly overwhelming desires to be quiet and focused and saturated in the presence of the Lord.
While I see changes in myself and in my understanding of and love for Christ since that time, the words still ring true. I hope they encourage you today, especially if you’re in a season of busyness, dryness or pressure. May you always trust in God’s presence, which is unceasingly with you.
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With You
Why, when it seems so easy
Does my mind shut off?
My heart finds a roadblock to you
You say you desire to meet with me
In that quiet place of journey
In that place where it’s only us together
I feel your yearning
I hear you calling me softly to your side
But life remains, gets in the way
Another day, another day gone by
Without you
CHORUS
This is not what I want
Independence, busy rushing around
Oh, I know I need you now
Why, when the chaos surrounds me
And the world tempts my heart
Do I submit to its presence?
It does not define me
Nor does it bring the sense of satisfaction
That you provide so selflessly
Then I find you
I hear you calling me
To the place beyond the world
And I won’t deny, I won’t ever try
Won’t let another day go by
Without you
CHORUS
This is not what I want
Independence, busy rushing around
Oh, I know I need you now
My life is incomplete without running
Going straight to your arms
I need those moments with you
And how can the silence be so loud?
How can my heart be so proud
When you’re beside me
Urging me to my knees?
Oh, how you show your divinity
Open my eyes so I can see
How you love me
CHORUS
(Copyright 2009, Work in Progress by Kristen Wetherell)