Over the last couple of weeks these songs have become somewhat of the theme songs for our great city and even our entire state. In the midst of such devastation and complete destruction we have seen Jesus in such a powerful way throughout Tuscaloosa and all over Alabama. Communities have come together and in the midst of broken-ness we have witnessed together-ness. It has been amazing! I love these songs even more now because of what they have come to mean to us.
You're the God of This City
You're the God of this City. You're the King of these people. You're the Lord of this nation.
You are!
You're the Light in this darkness.
You're the Hope to the hopeless.
You're the Peace to the restless.
You are!
There is no one like our God. There is no one like our God.
For greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done in this City.
Greater thing have yet to come And greater things are still to be done in this City.
There is no one like our God. There is no one like our God!
For greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done in this City.
Greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done here.
There is no one like our God There is no one like our God.
Greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done in this City Greater things have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done here!
by: Chris Tomlin
"Praise You In This Storm"
"I was sure by now God You would have reached down And wiped our tears away. Stepped in and saved the day. But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining. As the thunder rolls I barely hear Your whisper through the rain"I'm with you" And as Your mercy fallsI raise my hands and praise the God who gives And takes away.
And I'll praise You in this storm And I will lift my hands For You are who You are No matter where I am And every tear I've cried.
You hold in Your hand You never left my sideAnd though my heart is tornI will praise You in this storm.
I remember whenI stumbled in the wind. You heard my cry to you And you raised me up again.
My strength is almost gone. How can I carry on If I can't find You.
But as the thunder rollsI barely hear You whisper through the rain"I'm with you"And as Your mercy fallsI raise my hands and praise the God who givesAnd takes away.
I lift my eyes unto the hillsWhere does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord.
The Maker of Heaven and Earth
by: Casting Crowns
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