For every drop of rain
There is a might have been
For every darkened hour
A light will shine again
In each pit of despair
A broken hope will mend
Each futile noble war
Must be fought and lost again
A weeping mother searches
For every missing babe
And angry sons regret
Each beloved grave
With every fallen flower
Tender daughters become brave
In all gardens of Gethsemane
A lost Messiah prays
And everything created
Our Father tries to save
