Jars of Clay Musing

"While we wait for a rescue
With our eyes tightly shut
Face to the ground,
Using our hands
To cover the fatal cut
Though the pain is an ocean,
Tossing us around, around, around
You have calmed greater waters;
Higher mountains have come down
I will sing of Your mercy
that leads me through valleys of sorrow
To rivers of joy ... "

-- Jars of Clay, "The Valley Song"