Do You weep in the rain as I weep and groan my groans in the thunder?
Do You sigh a mournful sigh in the chilling breeze, aching as my heart aches?
Do I sense Your wrath in the lightening that rips the sky asunder,
As You feel the pain that pains so deeply in this my soul that breaks?

Like a sachet of myrrh between Your *******, my home is in Your heart;
I am still; I am quiet, without murmur as in You I have nothing to fear.