Down here in the valley
  Every shadow You see
  Has its own story
  Down here in the valley
  Every puddle of mud
  Comes from tears and blood
  And it's so hard just to get warm
  That the chill turns into despair
  
  Will You lift me up with tender care?
  Will You wash me clean in the palm of Your hand?
  Will You hold me close so I can thrive?
  When You touch me, that's when I know I'm alive
  
  Down here in the valley
  Nothing's able to grow
  'Cause the light's too low
  Folks spend their days
  Digging 'round for diamonds and gold
  'Til they just get old
  And they don't know anything else
  They don't know they're breathing bad air
  But I'm tired of living like this
  And my soul cries out, "If You're there...
  
  Call me up to Your side
  Draw me up to Your light
  Let it blind me
  Lord, refine me
  Refine me out of my mind