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 hands?
Will 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
Till 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..."
Will you lift me up with tender care?
Will you wash me clean in the palm of Your hands?
Lord, hold me close so I can thrive
When you touch me, that's when I know I'm alive
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 hands?
Will 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
Till 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..."
Will you lift me up with tender care?
Will you wash me clean in the palm of Your hands?
Lord, hold me close so I can thrive
When you touch me, that's when I know I'm alive
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