What is this ugly world
That everyone inside
Feels the brokenness
Of every single tear that's ever cried?

With every salty pool
That overflows its bounds,
Rivers of despair
Flow down the bed that of all sorrow sounds.

The only steady ground
Is the Holy Word.
Nothing makes sense
Unless the voice of God himself is heard.

If you will only heed
The Spirit's living fire,
Sobs of joyful hope
Will be the song we sing with heaven's choir.