The grass is withering, giving way to dust
I'm wading in knee deep, already feeling lost
It's like somebody stole the peace from my poor heart
And I'm treading barren land, the sky is growing dark
Lost in the shadows
Can't find the road home
But the sun will rise and it will shine
My comforter is here, his voice upon my ear
And rain will fall and I'll feel small
But he'll stretch out his hand and I'll begin again
I can't seem to write; it's like I'm looking at my life
A story's being told and I'm just passing by
It's been too long living in the in between
My trust a faded line, pulled out from under me
But the sun will rise and it will shine
My comforter is here, his voice upon my ear
And rain will fall and I'll feel small
But he'll stretch out his hand and I'll begin again