God loves the drunkards cry,
I have tried to focus on the joys with this journey
God is taking us on with our sweet little Amelia.
I push away the sorrow, refusing to drown in it,
to let it take me over.
I'm fighting to breathe most days.
God has provided strength.
Friends to encourage
and share the tears.
Faith and his word to provide comfort
when nothing else can.
But sometimes I think I try a bit to hard
to hold back the tears,
and forget that God loves to hear
both our cries of joy