I have always thought that there is power in the skilled combination of words and music, but never more than in this long winter's night. When God feels unreachable in the choking darkness, truth put to music cuts through like a shaft of His light, and I feel I can find my way again. Here are some of my favorite worship songs for a broken heart.
How small and petty even my biggest fears look when held up against the silhouette of the coming-soon King. Surely this Faithful and True conqueror, this Lamb who was slain, The Word of God Himself who will strike down nations with just His voice, is big enough and trustworthy enough to hold my little world in His hands.
It seems like when we suffer, or when we see someone else suffering, our first question is "Why?" Maybe we believe it will hurt less if we just have a grasp of the logic of it - if there's some way to make sense of it. Maybe we are afraid that if there's no explanation, it means God must be disorderly or flippant or cruel, and we're at the mercy of Someone we can't trust.