I'm trying hard not to think you unkind
But heavenly father, if you know my heart
Surely you can read my mind
Good people underneath a sea of grief
Some get up and walk away
Some will find ultimate relief

Home free - eventually
At the ultimate healing
We will be home free
Home free
Oh, I've got at feeling
At the ultimate healing
We will be home free

Out in the corridors we pray for life
A mother for her baby
A husband for his wife
Sometimes the good die young
It's sad but true
And while we pray for one more heartbeat
The real comfort is with you

Pain has a little mercy
Suffering's no respecter of age
Of race of position
I know every prayer gets answered
But the hardest one to pray is slow to come
Oh lord, not mine
But your will be done