Bryann T - Middle Of My Storm Lyrics
Lyrics
I watched my family go through it this week
And seeing them hurting only made me feel weak
See I was searching for the right words to speak but
In the midst I was facing my own doubts and defeat
That's when the Lord told me to jump to my feet
Cos I had blessings that were by to my reach
I had to usher in His presence of peace
I almost forgot about the promises He promised He'd keep
Oh no He's a rewarder so continue to seek
A God of order, a supporter to the one that is meek
I cried an ocean with every tear that fell off from my cheek
His arms are open to the broken and to love in increase
I know the wicked tried to scatter the sheet
But God's forgiveness is the realest thing you ever gon' meet
Lord even the monsters, vultures and the leechers who leech
It's an honor to give my life up for the gospel I preach
Singing hallelujah in the middle of my storm
In the middle of my storm I sing
They say where does he get his strength from
How could he be so strong.You make me Strong my Lord
So I point up to my king
Hey, don't you see the pain is killing us
And can't you see the boat is filling up
I know this song might look ridiculous cos I
Refuse to give up but swallow the seed of bitterness
How could you close your eyes and sleep through this
How could you lift your hands and sing to this
See with everything I believe in this and I know that
God won't lead me to where the evil and deceitful is
They say where does he get his strength from
How could he be so strong now
Where did he get his faith from
How could he still have hope with everything going on now
Now, any other man would have been gave up
He would have perished, he would have died without his hope paid up
Without my Jesus I can't wake up, straight up
I know you wonder why I stay prayed up
I trust Him when He tells me yes; I trust Him when He tells me no
I trust Him when He tells me stay; I trust Him when He tells me go
I lean not on my own understanding; yes I obey
If you learn to submit then the path you walk will be straight
You were created on purpose and for a purpose
This is where you must let your prayers turned into worship
You were created on purpose and for a purpose
This is where you must let your prayers turned into worship
Singing hallelujah in the middle of my storm
In the middle of my storm
In the middle of my storm I sing
They say where does he get his strength from. How can he be so strong
You make me Strong my Lord
So I point up to my king
I point up to my king
I point up to my king
Cos you're the one who strengthens
The one who strengthens, the one who strengthens me
Another worship song I sing
Another offering I bring
Cos you're the one who strengthens
The one who strengthens, the one who strengthens me
Singing hallelujah in the middle of my storm
In the middle of my storm I sing
Where does he get his strength from. How can he be so strong
So I point up to my king
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Meaning & Inspiration
I’ve spent a lifetime turning the thin, onion-skin pages of old hymnals, looking for something that won't crumble when the floor falls out from under me. Most music today feels like a painted stage set—pretty from a distance, but collapse if you lean too hard. Bryann T’s "Middle of My Storm" feels different. It feels like the salt of real tears.
There is a line in here that struck me mid-afternoon, when the house was quiet and the aches in my knuckles were reminding me of the damp weather: "I lean not on my own understanding; yes I obey."
We spend our youth trying to build towers of logic, trying to explain away the suffering we see in our families or the wreckage in our own hearts. We want the "why." We want the map. But after four decades of walking through fires that turned my skin to leather and my hair to white, I’ve learned that understanding is a fickle friend. It deserts you right when the wind picks up. Obedience, however—that’s the anchor. It doesn't ask for a clear horizon; it just asks for a hand to hold. Proverbs 3:5-6, that old standard, is rarely as simple as a wall hanging makes it look. It’s a gut-wrenching surrender. To lean on His understanding instead of our own means letting go of the steering wheel while the car is still moving at sixty miles an hour. It’s terrifying. And it’s the only way to arrive anywhere worth going.
Bryann T captures a specific kind of exhaustion when he asks, "How could you lift your hands and sing to this?" It’s a question I’ve heard whispered in the back pews by folks who just buried a spouse or lost a job. It’s the sound of a man who is tired of pretending he has the answers.
When he sings, "I trust Him when He tells me yes; I trust Him when He tells me no," it hits me in the chest. That’s not a young man’s boast; that’s the declaration of someone who has seen the "no" turn into a blessing three years down the road, and the "yes" turn into a refining fire.
The world asks where the strength comes from, looking for a secret technique or a hidden supply. The truth is much less impressive to the bystanders: it’s just the grit of sticking around when everything in you wants to bolt. It’s the realization that the storm isn't a glitch in the program; it’s the place where the singing actually happens.
I don't know if I'll ever have it all figured out. Most days, I’m just trying to keep my head above the waves. But listening to this, I find I don’t need the answers anymore. I just need the King he’s pointing to. That’s enough to get me to sleep tonight.