You Make Me Brave.

You make me brave.

There is something so paradoxical about singing that while you are huddled in a corner of the kitchen trying to hide your violent tears from little eyes.

I don't feel very brave.

Unless brave feels the same as broken.

You make me brave.

You only need bravery when there is fear, danger or impending doom.

That sounds about right.

I would add in-conquerable insecurity... that takes guts to stare into.

What was Peter feeling when Jesus called him to be brave?

You make me brave.

I'm not heroic, valiant or courageous.

But I can be reckless... and I've seen Jesus use reckless.

I've seen Him pour His power through the desperate, the frantic and the furious.

It's Him.

He is the brave One.

I just trust His hand will be there when I begin to drown.

You make me brave.
Is it true?
Can You make me brave?
Will You make me brave?
Please, make me brave.