Let me not live a life that's 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, 
   But my brother's trouble is deep-- 
For when ears are deaf to the beggars plea 
   And we close our eyes and refuse to see, 

And we steel our hearts and harden our mind 
   And we count it a weakness whenever we're kind 
We are no longer following the Father's Way 
   Or seeking His guidance from day to day-- 

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 the heart that is hurt reaps the richest reward 
And God enters the heart that is broken with sorrow 
   As he opens the door to a brighter tomorrow 

For only through tears can we recognize 
   The suffering that lies in another's eyes.