Thrive

Down here in the valley

Every shadow You see

Has its own story

Down here in the valley

Every puddle of mud

Comes from tears and blood

And it's so hard just to get warm

That the chill turns into despair

Will You lift me up with tender care?

Will You wash me clean in the palm of Your hand?

Will You hold me close so I can thrive?

When You touch me, that's when I know I'm alive

Down here in the valley

Nothing's able to grow

'Cause the light's too low

Folks spend their days

Digging 'round for diamonds and gold

'Til they just get old

And they don't know anything else

They don't know they're breathing bad air

But I'm tired of living like this

And my soul cries out, "If You're there...

Call me up to Your side

Draw me up to Your light

Let it blind me

Lord, refine me

Refine me out of my mind