{Sorrow of Heart}
{Sorrow of Heart}
I prayed "Lord, for your blessing,
I'd give any sacrifice."
Then you asked a broken spirit,
And a separated life.
You called me to love you more
Than earthly things I hold dear;
My home and my family;
Trade security for tears.
Then I cried, "Lord, why the suffering?
And why all the pain,
When your perfect will
I'm striving to gain?"
For I have felt the tears as rivers
Streaming through these eyes.
But in my darkest hour,
It was then I realized.
That through sorrow of heart
The spirit is broken.
Through my sufferings and trials,
We grow to be like him.
And I know that at times,
With tears my eyes may fill.
Still I won't take less
Than the center of Your will.
Now I know what it means
To be on my own.
And I know how it feels
To be all alone.
But Your Word is my refuge;
Your will my highest prize.
So in humble contrition,
The tears I now invite.
For through sorrow of heart
The spirit is broken.
Through my sufferings and trials
We grow to be like him.
And I know that at times,
With tears my eyes may fill.
Still I won't take less
Than the center of Your will.
And I know that at times,
With tears my eyes may fill.
Still I won't take less
Than the center of Your will!
I'd give any sacrifice."
Then you asked a broken spirit,
And a separated life.
You called me to love you more
Than earthly things I hold dear;
My home and my family;
Trade security for tears.
Then I cried, "Lord, why the suffering?
And why all the pain,
When your perfect will
I'm striving to gain?"
For I have felt the tears as rivers
Streaming through these eyes.
But in my darkest hour,
It was then I realized.
That through sorrow of heart
The spirit is broken.
Through my sufferings and trials,
We grow to be like him.
And I know that at times,
With tears my eyes may fill.
Still I won't take less
Than the center of Your will.
Now I know what it means
To be on my own.
And I know how it feels
To be all alone.
But Your Word is my refuge;
Your will my highest prize.
So in humble contrition,
The tears I now invite.
For through sorrow of heart
The spirit is broken.
Through my sufferings and trials
We grow to be like him.
And I know that at times,
With tears my eyes may fill.
Still I won't take less
Than the center of Your will.
And I know that at times,
With tears my eyes may fill.
Still I won't take less
Than the center of Your will!
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