For My Growing

I guess I must appear so brave and so strong But even the strong need someone to cry their songs to Someone who feels the disappointment And fading visions of grandeur Who knows that the strong are often children and unsure Who have endure Jesus although I may stand these storms Like I'm made out of stone You hear the songs that I cry When I'm weary and all alone You see the years that have come too fast And the pain that goes so slow Yet like rain to a garden When the ground becomes hardened I know You're using it all to help me grow I have to be a beacon, strong and shining Your light I know that beacons can't ever be weary Or frightened of the night So I seek You even through these songs And I wait for You to hear me And I know that You are going to answer Despite my trembling and my fear I just need to feel You near me