Tender Mercies

It’s really quiet most days at the institute.  I’m there with few people and few interruptions.  Most days I have to turn on some music.  The lady who trained me said I could listen to the radio but I decided that if I’m going to be in that environment, I should keep it appropriate.  I’ve discovered Pandora and have a channel or 2 that I listen to.  One is titled LDS worship.  I don’t really understand because a lot of things come up that aren’t LDS and aren’t necessarily worshipful.

There’s a song I like the melody to and the words of the chorus sound pretty good so I googled the lyrics.  It’s got a good message especially for people who are sure that every prayer gets answered.  (that didn’t come out right.)  I believe that prayers are answered;  I also think that there are an infinitesimal number of  conditions that determine how, when and where prayers are answered.

Here are the lyrics—they are more beautiful set to music.

We pray for blessings, we pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things

Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops?
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near?
What if trials of this life
Are Your mercies in disguise?

We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
And all the while You hear each desperate plea
And long that we’d have faith to believe

Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near?
And what if trials of this life
Are Your mercies in disguise

When friends betray us, when darkness seems to win
We know the pain reminds this heart
That this is not, this is not our home
It’s not our home

Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near?

What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst
This world can’t satisfy?

And what if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are Your mercies in disguise?

The name of the group who sing it is Mercy River. 

Oh, I just looked at YouTube to see if I could find a link and found out that if I was a good little Mormon girl and went to time out for women, I would have seen this trio.  I have to add—being part of  the Deseret Book Selling Tour disguised as a church endorsed meeting turns me off a little.  When I’m an author and am approached by that marketing machine, I’ll have to change my tune.