Let me not live a life that's free
From "the things" that draw
me close to Thee
For how can I ever hope to heal
The wounds of others I do not feel
If my eyes are dry and I never weep
How do I know when the hurt is deep
If my heart is cold and it never bleeds
How can I tell what my brother needs
For when my ears are deaf to the beggar's plea,
And we close our eyes and refuse to see
And we steel our hearts and harden our mind,
And we count it a weakness
whenever we're kind,
We are no longer following
The Father's Way
Or seeking His guidance from
day to day
For, without "crosses to carry" and
"burdens to bear,"
We dance through a life that
is frothy and fair,
And "chasing the rainbow"
we have no desire
For "roads that are rough"
and "realms that are higher"
So spare me no heartache or
sorrow, dear Lord,
For the heart that is hurt reaps
the richest reward,
And God enters the heart that is
broken with sorrow
As He opens the door
to a brighter tomorrow
For only through tears can we recognize
The suffering that lies in another's eyes.
Helen Steiner Rice
Before You Can Dry Another's Tears
You Too Must Weep
Heirline Sons I'll Wait For The Morning Light
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