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