It's raining outside.
My feathered friends are having fun,
Singing in the rain.

How like You, my good father in heaven,
Is my good father on earth.
His love is a free gift
That I've never had to work for.
I've never had to earn it,
And I never could earn it.

My father used to spin me,clutching me close,
And then he used to slow me setting me on my toes,
Trying to stand straight i was in a funny doze,
And then he used to laugh, picked me up and rose,
Smiling as we walked down streets, slipping on the ice,
Laughing and laughing  his smile was precise,
And then he clutched my hand, warm and nice,
And I smiled to myself, slipping again twice.

I'm filled with sorrow
My heart breaks at every turn
Tearing up at even the joyful news

Pity floods me like rain
As I embrace this pain
Sadness is me today