The Little Girl Is Crying

The little girl is crying, I do not know why I pray she will come out and gaze at the blue sky Although she is out of the dark and dreary room She's hovering between the garden and house of gloom The little girl is crying, she’ll not tell me why Why does she not come out to gaze at the blue sky? She’s sitting curled up by the dusty window pane Her tears are falling incessantly like the rain The little girl is crying, I’ll never know why Why is she hiding from the beautiful blue sky? In my frustration, Jesus took hold of her hand He said, ‘One day, you will, in the garden, stand’