To One In Sorrow Let me come in where you are weeping, friend,
And let me take your hand.
I who have known a sorrow such as yours,
I can understand.
Let me come in. I would be very still
beside you in your grief;
I would not bid you cease your weeping, friend,
Tears bring relief.
Let me come in---I would only breathe a prayer,
And hold your hand,
For I have known a sorrow such as yours,
And understand.
From "Songs Of Hope" by Grace Noll Crowell