My Mother wrote this song... Music is her Second Language, and I grew up in a home with this much sound and love. Who knew that her work would end up on the Tubes of You??? Thank you for blessing me with singing her praises...
Looking at You Lord,your all I need. Praising You is my joy... For this living Your Name i'd call. Jesus fill us. The author and Perfector of our Faith
1 Where I am, there You are. In the darkness, my Morning Star. When in sickness, You are my health. When I’m poor, Lord, You’re my wealth. Looking at You Lord, You’re all I need. As You flow life to me so free, Jesus fill me, with grace each day. How to go on, You are the way. 2 When alone, You’re my song. In my weakness, Lord, You are strong. When there’s doubt then, as faith You come. Now I have hope, You’re the One. 3 In the storms, You’re the calm. In my pain, Lord, You are the balm. In self-pity, as light You’ll shine, Filling me with love divine. 4 Praising You, is my joy. You’re the pure One, without alloy, Showing me, Lord, Your wondrous love, When You came down, from above. 5 Now in me, all in all, For this living, Your Name I’ll call. O Lord Jesus, for growth I’ll pray. By Your Spirit, that’s the way.
1. Where I am, there You are. In the darkness, my Morning Star. When in sickness, You are my health. When I’m poor, Lord, You’re my wealth. Looking at You Lord, You’re all I need. As You flow life to me so free, Jesus fill me, with grace each day. How to go on, You are the way. 2 When alone, You’re my song. In my weakness, Lord, You are strong. When there’s doubt then, as faith You come. Now I have hope, You’re the One. 3 In the storms, You’re the calm. In my pain, Lord, You are the balm. In self-pity, as light You’ll shine, Filling me with love divine. 4 Praising You, is my joy. You’re the pure One, without alloy, Showing me, Lord, Your wondrous love, When You came down, from above. 5 Now in me, all in all, For this living, Your Name I’ll call. O Lord Jesus, for growth I’ll pray. By Your Spirit, that’s the way.
