Seize my sorrow, living God.

Heal my wounds.

Draw me to your table.

In my weakness and grief, Holy Spirit intercede,

for on my own strength, I’m not able.

Why, oh why, oh God, are beautiful hearts struck down?

What do we do with the life left over?

Would you add it to my own? Sometimes I’d rather go home.

So here we are, God. Where do we go from here?

Show me the way to joy.

when I can’t see it from where I am.

Show me the way to joy.

I want to find it, but I’m not sure I can.

Show me the way to joy,

along with the rest of the weary.

I’m trusting your word

to show me the way to joy.

Despite me, my heart’s still beating.

Despite me, my heart’s still beating.

And the sun you made, like an old window shade,

rolls up out of the East and warms me.

You gotta crawl before you walk.

You gotta walk before you dance.

You gotta crawl before you walk, they say.

You gotta crawl before you walk,

so God, let’s you and me have a talk.

Today I’ve decided to live, so will you help me take the next step forward?

I’m unsteady, but I’ve decided to trust you.

Show me the way to joy,

when I can’t see it from where I am.

Show me the way to joy,

I want to find it, but I’m not sure I can.

Show me the way to joy,

along with the rest of the weary.

I’m trusting your word

to show me the way to joy.

Now I’m starting to feel alive.

Though you defeated death, it’s not always easy to believe.

Can I take hold of what I can’t see with my two eyes?

Can faith teach my heart to perceive?

Show me the way to joy,

when I can’t see it from where I am.

Show me the way to joy,

I want to find it, but I’m not sure I can.

Show me the way to joy,

along with the rest of the weary.

I’m trusting your word

to show me the way to joy.

I’m finding the way to joy.

©Joel Tipple
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