Sacrifice

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, A broken and a contrite heart-These, O God, You will not despise. Psalm 51:17

I have only been doing, what I've believed a friend should do,
I have been praying hard, things will work out best for you.
These are seasons for our trails,
There are reasons for our tears,
But no matter how things are turning out,
And no matter how deep your scars,
I hope that a day will come, when your sorest wounds are cured.
And by the sacrifice, your dreams and hopes assured.

Refrain:

For I am a friend with only one wish

that I can make for you,

And I am a friend with only one tear,

that I can shed for you.

So my simple wish and my solitary tear,

I hope they can do they best to bring a balm and cure.

And I hope some day, I see you flying high.

And I hope some day, I see you in the sky.

I am walking now, in a preordained way.

Our roads, who knows may or may not meet some day.

Don't look when I'm not around.

Don't search where I can't be found.

I am taking on my knees your dreams,

and am placing them where life begins.

For one secret I have known and share with you.

Only at the foot of the cross, can our lives renew.