Let Me Come In by Grace Noll Crowell

Let me come in where you are weeping, friend,

And let me take your hand.

I, who have known a sorrow such as yours,

Can understand.

Let me come in – I would be very still

Beside you in your grief.

I would not bid you cease your weeping, friend,

Tears bring relief.

Let me come in – I would only breathe a prayer,

And hold your hand,

For I have known a sorrow such as yours,

And understand.