A Woman Like Hannah
I passed an old house with curtains tattered and worn
and couldn't help wondering who in this house had been born.
I decided I must stop my car and go look at this place
As I approached the old house I thought I saw a face.
What was the sound I heard? It couldn't have been crying.
My imagination was taking over, maybe it was the wind sighing.
Weren't homes a place with the voices of happy children singing,
but I could tell no children had been here to a mother's skirt clinging.
All of a sudden a woman appeared with lots of children around.
The crying I'd heard had changed to laughter what a joyous sound.
She had her Bible open, marked at I Samuel, how strange!
Then I remembered the old story and I knew why such a change.
At first the woman was childless with lots of crying and prayer,
But God had given her laughter and children over which to care.
I pondered over my faith as I drove down that old country road
Did I spend lots of time in prayer sharing with God my own load?
Oh to be like Hannah, when blessed she lifted her voice in praise.
She adored the God she served and devoted her son to him all his days.
I need to humble myself before God and lay something before His feet.
I'll use what He's entrusted into my hand all my days until we meet.
I want my life to shine His light and to give Him all the glory.
He's blessed me abundantly so I'll share with others the old story.
To live my life like Hannah did and be devoted to my King
With my voice His praises throughout all eternity I'll sing.