I searched through my soul for answers to find,
to ease many troubles that crowded my mind.
Then the Lord spoke softly,
"Child, list to my word.
With grace and strength I will undergird,
and carry you with me on storms of the night,
As teardrops keep falling, with no end in sight.
And I think you'll find, it's not been without cause
that your tears have watered your bed without pause.
You will come through the fire to shine forth as gold.
Fear not, little lamb, you belong in my fold."