I think of all the songs from my youth this was one that gave me the courage to keep pressing through intense challenges and trauma. I remember sitting and listening to them sing this over me time and time again, and finding the inspiration to keep reaching out to God in the midst of incredible pain, and incredible loneliness.
I have a cousin, a mighty, mighty witness to the power of Jesus Christ to save. He is a recovering addict who was absolutely crushed by the death of his wife. They were so young. This same family just suffered the death by suicide of his nephew. My cousin had asked me to sing this in the hospital room as his wife lay on the ventilator with his mother crying over her body right before they took her off life support. That was one of the hardest thing I ever did. I remember fading to a whisper on the last verse as the gravity of it overwhelmed me. I felt like an intruder on that sacred space of terrible grieving. I recorded this for him twenty years later.
I attended a charismatic church for a while, but soon realised there was something wrong.
We need to be broken before we can be fixed.