© Copyright 2001, Paul Lyndon Phillips, all rights reserved. Know that this is only a first draft. All the credit goes to God. Just before waking, in a dream, I was afraid. Suddenly a women in my dream began singing this song. It had a beautiful melody. The first verse, then the second, the LORD revealed, in the dream. The rest has come since. Two or three days ago the LORD told me a miracle was going to happen to me, to change my point of view. This may be it.

When Sorrow Reaches Out, from a Dream

When sorrow reaches out and comes before Godís Throne
I know that it can never stand there
When Jesus reaches out and holds my very heart
I know that He makes His land there
I can not but abide and live within that land
Where God shows only favor
Fear comes from below, and love comes from above,
And joy is ever flowing
When sorrow reaches out and tries to take me back
God is within me standing
He sent His very Son, and raised Him on the cross
That I will ever wake with Him.
I can not but abide and live within Godís house
Where joy is come and sorrow can not live
For God has paid the price, He sent His Sacrifice
That all my sins Will always be gone
He bought for me that land, in which before time began
God says he already knew me
We lived there by his grace, and then we saw his face
And now he would work through me
He has Given me His love and a home yet far above
This world of sorrow of great pain
When sorrow reaches out, and comes before Godís Throne
I know that it can never stand there.
For standing there would mean, that IT could be my god
And Godís will not accept it
Our Jesus he will come , to draw his mighty sword
And vanquish all that hurt us
Weíll live there in the air, forever with our God,
The God is whoís ever reigning,
Forever in the air, above now all that scares
To know that none can harm us
There beside the LORD, all in one accord
We shall live as one, now, and Kingdom come
Here, and in that place there is no time nor space,
In Whom we see Godís face,
When sorrow reaches out and comes before Godís Throne
I know it can never stand there
For Jesus reaches back, from there upon that cross,
The spears of sorrow to break.
And from Him flows the Blood, and water, to the ground
That clears our path to heaven