I guess I must appear so brave and so strong
but even the strong need someone to cry their songs to
someone who feels the disappointment
and fading visions of grandeur
who knows that the strong are often children and unsure
who have endure
[chorus]
Jesus although I may stand these storms
like I’m made out of stone
You hear the songs that I cry
when I’m weary and all alone
You see the years that have come too fast
and the pain that goes so slow
yet like rain to a garden
when the ground becomes hardened
I know You’re using it all to help me grow
I have to be a beacon, strong and shining Your light
I know that beacons can’t ever be weary
or frightened of the night
so I seek You even through these songs
and I wait for You to hear me
and I know that You are going to answer
despite my trembling and my fear
I just need to feel You near me
