There's a mother on her knees
Somewhere in San Francisco
Looking up and begging please
"God, do not forget me now"
Her baby's on machines
Cause his heart cannot keep beating
And she knows what desperate means
Cause the clock is ticking down and down
And hope rushed in like waves
That someone might just save the day
And if heaven's just a prayer away
Then "Why," she cries "would God not change things?"
It may be miles and miles
Before the journey's clear
There may be rivers, maybe oceans of tears
But the very hand that shields your eyes from understanding
Is the hand that will be holding you for miles
There's another mother on her knees
Somewhere in San Francisco
Looking up and begging please
"God do not forget me now"
It happened like a dream
He was laughing, he was running
And she heard the sirens scream
When her little boy fell down and down
And she had never known
The agony of letting go
But a few miles down the road
His heart would find a baby boy
Just in time
It may be miles and miles
Before the journey's clear
There may be rivers, maybe oceans of tears
But the very hand that shields your eyes
From understanding
Is the hand that will be holding you for miles
And one moment someone whispers
"Thank you"
Just then another heart cries
"How could you?"
When jesus receives us
He says "I hear you
And I'm near you."
And the very hand that shields your eyes from understanding
Is the hand that will be holding you for miles