Let me come in where you are weeping, friend,
And let me take your hand.
I, who have known sorrow suck as yours,
Can understand.
Let me come in - I would be very still
Beside you in your grief;
I would not bid you cease your weeping, friend,
Tears bring relief.
Let me come in - I would only breathe a prayer,
And hold your hand,
For I have know a sorrow suck as yours,
And understand.
(I found this in my dads funeral stuff when I was packing my stuff.)
