Dry My Tears

Dry my tears hold me tight otherwise I might not make it through the night. What day is this that I must try, to hold my head up high? Why should I bother to stay in this pain when certain joy waits me when I die? The pain overcomes my body it overtakes my heart and weighs me down, until it becomes difficult to breathe. Take me Father in your arms hold me tight otherwise I might not make it through the night. Where can I go? What can I say? You tell me to go on that it'll be okay. But I look up at you and ask, How do I go on? How do I stay? You tell me to cling to you, You tell me that you alone save me. You say that life is a gift, You say that you have a purpose for me. So I sit in the rock and ask you to cover me. I rest in the shelter of your wings, and you protect me. The pain becomes less as I sit in your presence. Your peace fills my body, and I become strong. You dry my tears You hold me tight because you know I might not make it through the night.