...sacrifice of praise.

I was sure by now God, that You would have reached down and wiped our tears away, stepped in and saved the day. But once again, I say amen and it's still raining. As the thunder rolls I barely hear You whisper through the rain, "I am with you." And as Your mercy falls, I raise my hands and praise the God who gives, and takes away.
I remember when I stumbled in the wind. You heard my cry to You, and raised me up again. My strength is almost gone. How can I carry on if I can't find You. And as the thunder rolls, I barely hear You whisper through the rain, "I am with you". And as Your mercy falls, I raise my hands and praise the God who gives, and takes away.
And I'll praise you in this storm. And I will lift my hands. For You are who You are, no matter where I am. And every tear I've cried, You hold in your hand. You never left my side, and though my heart is torn; I will praise you in this storm.

I lift my eyes unto the hills. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.

Psalm 121:2