Weep for a time, My dear child;
Your tears are a gift from My hand,
If you place all your cares on Me,
I'll help when you don't understand.

When earthly losses assail you
And your sad heart aches with despair,
I'll dry your tears and comfort you ~
I, your God, will always be there.

My love will warm like a sunbeam;
I'll listen for your deepest sighs.
My hand will be on your shoulder,
Giving you the strength to arise.

In the echo of your heart's cry,
You'll find renewing rest within,
As the trials you shed tears o'er
Gradually soften and grow dim.

And ever, as I hold your hand,
I'll walk you through your vale of pain;
You'll learn I can carry your burdens
And bring your soul true peace again.

"Oh, my Comforter in sorrow,
My heart is faint within me."
     (Jeremiah 8:18)