It's night, O Lord, please hear my call;
I know You want my very all. But wells are
deep; how can you give. The wordless pain
in which you live.!
It's night, O Lord, be swift to hear; To
bring relief for falling tears. Needless
pain, don't let it be; But healing pain,
to set me free.
Be still, My child; My whispers hear.
Lean hard, My child; come very near. This
well so deep with suffering filled must
empty first, till all is still.
I'll take the hurt; I'll take the strife;
In hands so strong I'll hold your life.
I'll fill the well with heaven's gain,
When you, My child, give Me the pain.
I'll take it, mold it, make it Mine;
Transform it then to love divine. Turn
sorrow into fullest joy far greater
than earth's brightest toy.
For toys of earth cannot compare. With
Christ your Lord, so real, so fair. He,
Christ alone, demands your all. Give Me
that pain, He softly calls.
I shrink, then reach with outstretched
hand; Dredged of self, alone to stand.
Then from the depths of Love so true.
The well is filled again, anew.
This time it's not with pain and me,
But Christ my all, my joy to be. To
depths before unknown I climb, His
peace, His joy, His life all mine.
For pain so deep, felt all alone, Is
fertile ground for Love - His own!
Love that fills and meets life's need;
O deep, deep well, I'm rich indeed.
Filled up with Him, His love alone;
His way revealed; His glory shone. O
well of deep, dark yesterday; Embrace
the joy He gives today.
O, night, no longer fear your dark; He
stills the aching, struggling heart.
And from that heart -- life's deepening
well, Comes love to share; rich joy
O, night, give way to endless day..!
I've found His depths, His highest
way..! O, night, give way to morning's
dew; The well is deep; The source is