I would take all your pain                              
beat it down on me                                          
using all your love                                      
to help set me free
what more can be done
to late to save yourself
you prayed to our god
for ten aching years
that my pain and  my sickness
would come home to you
Is that why you never complained
when you were devoured and in pain?
or was it that we both knew
what you were to become?
The sadness doesn't dim
your face and gentle love
grow like flowers in my heart
I fear I won't find you when I die
so think of me as I search and try
harder than ever I have here
there are more like you with me now
still too raw to sing to them
of your glorious love and light
but as  their love pulls me through
one day I pray I might