Growing

It's hard to keep going, but we must.

What is this feeling
What are these thoughts
where is that simple life
That I have forgot

What can you do
When all that you feel
Is anguish and worry
And nothing seems real

What are these tears
That come down my face
For I feel like a soul
Fallen from grace

I must dry my cheeks
And wipe my eyes
for even though I feel no hope
God does not despise

For this I can say
And this I do know
He shall not bring me down
To that place of endless woe

and when he comes and asks
As I sit and cry
Who are thou
And I shall reply
I am a son of God
I will do his will
I will do my best
I will work, though still

It seems hard now
Almost too much
Please, hold me, rock me
And be my crutch

For you are the one
Who never leaves
And can help every person
Who cries and grieves