Some Souls Don't See Their Beauty

Some souls don't see their beauty.
Some wounded hearts fall 'stray.
Some human hearts are weary,
And cannot find their way.

Amidst the cold and darkness,
Amidst the sorrow's gray,
Let this hand reach out to you
and take it all away.

Let this hand wash over you,
And let calm waters stay.
Let this gesture comfort bring
And keep the world at bay.

This hand hath no further wish
But save you from this gray.
So shimmer in its soft caress
And never slip away.