Help me with the weight of heaven
It presses on my soul
I feel it when I see her eyes
And long to be made whole.
Help me with that grace’s burden
It weighs me down so low
I feel it when I see her locks
And yearn for I don’t know.
Help me with such gentle comfort
It hurts to try and dream
I feel it when I hear her speak
But I’m too worn to scream.
Help me with my own forgiveness
I cannot see the way
But when she smiles the troubles fade
And night becomes the day.