Well of Tears
					Ode to the Daughter Lost

	O Lord my God,
	I see Thy Wonders,
	Thy love,
	Thy mercies so tender.
	We have seen a babe,
	She was held to her mothers bosom.
	I see Thy grace,
	Thy knowledge,
	Thy wisdom.
	And so I can sing,
	Of a love that lifted me,
	From shadows of despair,
	From a well deep filled with tears.

	I thank thee God,
	That we have held this great gift.
	Which now we lay back,
	Into Thy gentle hands.
	You give us our sons and daughters.
	You lead our fears away.
	You lead us to still waters.
	You mend our hearts.
	You reached across that great rift.
	To pull us from despair,
	From a well deeply fill with tears.

	Could I count the stars?
	The sands of all the earth?
	Could they equal thy blessings unto us?
	You give us love,
	And friendship everlasting.
	You heal deep wounds,
	That falling tears sting.
	And Thy gentle hands,
	They lift us out in love,
	From deepest despair,
	And into love that has surpassed all the years.

	

	To men and women all the world round,
	It seems but chance,
	That our hands have felt her hearts faintest beat.
	You gave us a week,
	That we could ground our love.
	To give us strength,
	Til we see her again,
	In that land up above.
	We take this babe,
	And place her in Thy hands to lift.
	Her from all pain,
	That she not suffer.
	I pray that you will lead us unto still waters.
	With these gifts You've given,
	Ours to Keep.
	If but a season longer,
	These our precious sons and daughters.
	We give back what we've borrowed,
	And now we bow our heads and weep.
	Let us lean upon Thy shoulders,
	Whisper softly in our ears.
	Lead us from this great depression,
	Let peace be ours throughout the years.

	This my silent prayer,
	But I can pray no longer.
	My shoulders bow with grief,
	My spirit is now broken.
	Last I would pray that Thou wouldst make me stronger.
	Restore my soul,
	My peace,
	With words so softly spoken.
	Let not my weeping tear a rift,
	Tween me and peace,
	That I not drown in my well of tears.

				Joey Curry-AIS