I know I'm getting on in years
Not many mornings left to go
I don't take any day for granted
Each is a precious gift, I know

But when another falls to shadows
It's time to grieve with those they've known
This plague has made it even harder
We bear our sadness so alone!

Chorus:
For Paradise awaits
All who sleep in You
One day we all will wake
Remade and named anew
But now we mourn,
So give us, Lord,
A chance to laugh and cry
To gather with Your people
And simply say goodbye

O heartless puppet king, 
You took my children to the grave
But this, my chance to mourn, 
I will not let you steal away

The pow’rful clench their fists
And our prospects start to dim
In grief God meets us mourning,
And each morning we are His

Let weeping fill the streets
Let weeping fill the streets
O comfort me no more
My children are no more

So much has been taken from our people
Taken from our families and friends
So how can we believe in new beginnings,
When so much sweet comes to a bitter end?
We will find reminders of redemption,
We will speak and sing the sacred truth
That when the darkness on us has descended
The Light will rise again and lead us through

Refrain:
Rejoice! The Lord has done great things!
Rejoice! The Lord has done great things!
The good news is the hist'ry of the healing that He brings
Rejoice! The Lord has done great things.

Chorus:
Return, oh Lord, and rescue my soul
Save me in Your kind, endless love

Oh Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger,
Nor discipline me in Your wrath.
Be gracious to me, LORD, for I weaken;
Oh heal me, LORD, my bones suffer attack.

Pre-Chorus:
My soul is bent and bruised;
Oh Lord, oh Lord, how long?

I saw it coming;
He showed me in His eyes
The holy spotless Lamb of God
Must choose to die, be sacrificed.

Chorus:
For I know the Messiah must be broken
For the souls that He loves to be made whole
But Truth cannot disguise a mother's pain:
A sword through my soul, a sword through my soul.

When He was young, I washed Him,
And held Him when He cried.
Now helplessly I stand and watch Him
Be crucified, be crucified.

How I miss the color of her smile
The living light she'd pour into my day
A breathing of the air again, a whisper to my trusted friend,
A gathering of life upon her face

Chorus:
I want to say this to the children:
Life is harder than you ever thought it would be
But in the darkness of the pain,
Standing on the edge of hell,
What is true may still be hidden,
Like a book high on a shelf
Persevere in love, my sons and daughters,
Do not leave the well
You will find the living water
When you serve someone besides yourself

Waking up is the hardest part 
The sound of alarm is the lead of my heart
The silence seduces me back towards sleep;
Desire to have you alive comes, so selfishly

I never thought much before
About the value of your support
The knowledge that you would hold me until I cried
I cannot call up these tears
Though I'm surrounded by so many fears
The missing of your laughter leaves me cold, so cold