Near to the Broken

I could cry many more tears,
But my eyes have run dry.
For all of my people are now gone
And my soul is dying inside.

What am I to do?
They tell me all hope is gone.
But the sun still will rise in the morning
And life must go on.

How can a man, left all alone,
Still say these words with sincerity?
Well I know this God is loving and real,
Concerns Himself with life’s tragedies.

What am I to do?
Oh, they tell me all hope is gone.
But the sun still will rise in the morning
And life must go on.

Our refuge and strength,
Our ever-present help.
Though the mountains give way
And around me is falling,

I will praise my God forever
For His faithfulness.
He is near – so near – to the broken.
So I will hope in Him.