I can see that life is hard for you.
Your hands are tattered and broken and your knuckles are bruised.
The skin on your knees has been scraped to the bone from days and nights beating fists on a wall that won't move.
You never thought that it would be this hard.
With weight on your shoulders that doesn't belong.
You carry this burden so heavy at times,
through the mountains and the valleys,
past unsympathetic eyes.
No hands to help you when you fall.
No voice to comfort your weakened soul.
And will there ever be rest at the end of this fight?
Past these clouds is there sunlight left to shine on you?
Is there a sun that shines for you?
Is there a heart that beats for you?
And when the clouds won't part and the mountains won't move,
lift you head for your comfort is coming soon.
You are loved no matter how harsh it seems.
You are held by arms that have an endless reach.
And when the clouds won't part and the mountains won't move,
lift your head for your Savior will rescue you.
Your strength lies within these arms of sacrifice.
Your hope is in this resurrected life.