I'm trying hard not to think you unkind But Heavenly Father If you know my heart Surely you can read my mind Good people underneath the sea of grief Some get up and walk away Some will find ultimate relief
Home Free, eventually At the ultimate healing we will be Home Free Home Free, oh I've got a feeling At the ultimate healing We will be Home Free
Out in the corridors we pray for life A mother for her baby, A husband for his wife Sometimes the good die young It's sad but true And while we pray for one more heartbeat The real comfort is with you
You know pain has little mercy And suffering's no respecter of age, of race or position I know every prayer gets answered But the hardest one to pray is slow to come Oh Lord, not mine, but Your will be done
