Go

Go tell it on the mountaintops

That I'm alive

Go listen to the children cry

And let them know

That dark and night are not their masters

Between you you'll know all the things

That I never said out loud

Don't walk away from the crowd

Go tell them that it's cold outside

And I won't thrive there

And I'm getting tired of hiding My face

From your disgrace

Although you think that you've disguised it

And when you get too tired of waiting

To picture My face in the clouds

Look around

I know it won't be sown the way

You want it to be

I will make it grow with or without you

You'll pray, I'll wait

You may fall down a time or two

Go tell it in the valleys low

That I'm alive

Go listen to the men that sigh

And let them know that dark and night

Are not their masters

And when you get too tired of waiting

To picture My face in the clouds

Look around