Grief has washed my heart like melting rain
Now I’m pure as silk without a stain
I’m thin as grass and green as any leaf
All is well above but not beneath.
Grief can cleanse us if we bear the pain
And when the rest are gone what will remain?
They say that Jesus died between two thieves.
I like the picture though I’ve no belief.
For two long years I in a bed did lie.
Until I told my heart we must not die
Please accept my sentiments request
That when we die there will be no more tests
And so we come again to grief and loss
In my hell hot bed I burn and toss
How long for rain how long for the ice.
Ask me once but never ask me twice.
How my heart sings 