There is a blessing to be found
When we stand on holy ground
And think not as it comes to grace
Whilst God may seem to hide His face
Blessed is the dark of night
For candles shed their radiant light
Without the fading of the sun
Their gleaming rays are seen by none
Blessed is the grief we bear
Though wordless be the mourning prayer
A precious gift of pain appears
The welling from the eye of tears
Blessed is our suffering
Its beauty as an offering
Teaches us to bend the knee
And upward gaze on eternity
Blessed is each trial we endure
A refining fire to make us pure
Though testing may be manifold
It brings us forth as precious gold
Blessed is an unanswered prayer
With God, we shall our sorrows share
Who teaches us on Him to wait
The silences to consecrate
There is a blessing to be found
For we stand on holy ground
Trusting God through tears and pain
His love, most blessed, will remain