You have led me to the sadness
I have carried this pain
On a back bruised, nearly broken
I am crying out to you
I will sing of your mercy
That leads me through valleys of sorrow
To rivers of joy
When death like a gypsy
Comes to steal what I love
I will still look to the heavens
I will still seek your face
But I fear you aren't listening
Because there are no words
Just the stillness and the hunger
For the faith that assures
Alleluia, alleluia
Alleluia, alleluia
I will sing of your mercy
That leads me through valleys of sorrow
To rivers of joy
While we wait for rescue
With our eyes tightly shut
Face to the ground using our hands
To cover the fatal cut
And though the pain is an ocean
Tossing us around, around, around
You have calmed greater waters
Higher mountains have come down
I will sing of your mercy
That leads me through valleys of sorrow
To rivers of joy
Alleluia, Alleluia
Alleluia, alleluia
. . . . Jars of Clay
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