Before  You Can

Dry Another's Tears

Let me not live a life that is 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 it is cold and it never bleeds

How can I tell what my brother needs

   

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 he that is hurt reaps the richest reward

And God enters the heart that is broken with sorrow

And He opens the door to a brighter tomorrow

For only through tears can we recognize

The suffering that lies in another's eyes.