The story behind this song is still being written by our Heavenly Father, so in that way it’s not quite ready to be shared in full.
But I can share how God gave me this song in the most painful season of my life. As we follow Jesus, we are surely afflicted—but the promise is we are not crushed. And our Lord shows such compassion in the way He cares for us in keeping that promise.
Here is an excerpt from my prayer journal as I meditated on Psalm 57 the week God put the chorus in my mind and heart.
You know. You see. You bear this chaos with me. You hold my tears in a bottle. You see me. You are full of faithfulness and steadfast love. You will hide me under your wings until these storms of destruction pass by. But it feels like you’re letting the storm destroy me. I can’t! I can’t! I can’t! . . . I need your help. You must do it!
I didn’t understand what it meant for Him to hide me under His wings when it didn’t stop the pain. I still don’t. But He gave me that chorus of faith to help me believe I was being held, and somehow, He would strengthen me and carry me through—whether I understood it or not. I sang it in tears the first time because my broken heart wrestled to believe. And I type this in tears now, because I can tell you—He certainly has. He certainly has. And I know more of His steadfast love and faithfulness for it all.
So I pray that this song, a mixture of ancient words inspired by the Spirit when David ran from Saul and a simple chorus to help a hurting daughter in her time of need, will lift your heart to see the kind compassion of our God, the One who will never let His children go. May it be life to you in Christ.
Have mercy on me, my God, have mercy on me,
for in you I take refuge.
I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings
until the disaster has passed.
I cry out to God Most High,
to God, who vindicates me.
He sends from heaven and saves me,
rebuking those who hotly pursue me –
God sends forth his love and his faithfulness.
I am in the midst of lions;
I am forced to dwell among ravenous beasts –
men whose teeth are spears and arrows,
whose tongues are sharp swords.
Be exalted, O God, above the heavens;Psalm 57:1–5
let your glory be over all the earth.