In my deepest sorrow that looks like rain
On rain on rain,
God sees my pain.
In my darkest night that looks like pain
On pain on pain,
God sees my heart.
Within my shrillest cries that sound like a broken heart
On broken heart on broken heart,
God hears my sliver of hope.
Within my slightest slivers of hope that sound like prayers
On prayers on prayers,
God hears my pleading and answers it with His love.
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