But, before I can dry another's tears,
I too must weep and have some fears.
For, I must know the pain they feel
Before my comfort, their heart, will heal.

I must walk a mile in my brother's shoes
Before I can help him, the way I choose.
For, I, too, must know how to feel pain
And bring the sunshine, to hide the rain.

I look for blessings, in all my sorrow,
So I can help someone else, tomorrow.
I praise the Lord, each and every day,
That I can help others along life's way.