Layers of sorrow

Layers of sorrow

by Joel Howard

Paint a picture

Buried deep

Is the tone of suffering

Sorrow 'neath

Every piece

David knew 

As he'd flee

Place to place

No real kin

'xept the ones

Following him

Ones in debt

Ones in need

Ones with souls 

of suffering

I hate to open 

And read his book

I hate to go there

I hate to look

Because his suffering

And his pain

Was his then

And is mine again

Like an onion

Like a hill

Like a full cup

Ready to spill

Mine and his

David and mine

Is the same

The same, I find

Pain too deep

Sorrow, for words

Cries so deep

Oft unheard

A cry for God

Who alone wins

I can't run

Away from Him!

I can't flee, 

Tho I am hid

Can't escape

The voice of Him!

The presence

And the justice of 

A God who loves

The ones who flood

Each night their own 

Beds with tears

To them He listens

To them He's near

This my encouragement

To all alone

To all in grief

To all at home

Find in God 

In layers three

Or four or five

Or more, maybe

Find in God

The constant peace

For whe're you go

There is He

Whe're you go

There is He