It Doesn't Come From Above
Why must we feel heartbreak? From where does it come?
I assure you this: It doesn’t come from above
But rather from evil with malicious intent
First pleasure, then pain and spiritual torment
We lay in bed with tears pooling our eyes
We cry out loudly and wonder why
A God so good could let us suffer
One pain leaves, then comes another
We drink too much and love too little
Our minds are weak and our hearts are brittle
Kill, rob, and destroy is what the enemy loves
But we have to remember: it doesn’t come from above
We tend to wander and blatantly ignore
Our Father who loves us like no one before
He hears our pleas, He hears our cries
He binds up our wounds and wipes tears from our eyes
“I don’t understand,” we might say
“Why can’t you just take our sorrow away?”
To which He replies:
“One day you will see that sin has no place when you are with me.”
A song I know weeps lyrics of despair
It says, “Only the devil responded ‘cuz God wasn’t there.”
It’s a lie even I once believed to be true
But now I am certain: He deeply loves me and He deeply loves you
And while here on Earth we strive for pleasure
We have a Father who loves beyond what we can measure
What freedom we have to be sinners and broken
Our sins were forgiven when on the cross He had spoken
Our hearts may be aching and we may be angry and scared
But our God is with us; He’s always right there
He wants us to trust Him and know we are loved
Because that’s the kind of thing that comes from above