As the old man lay on his bed dying
In between the silence and the sighing.
He whispered wisdom words from on High
He passed this on before he died.

Take the bitter with the sweet.
Tell the truth, forget deceit.
Love is found in our tears.
The salve that relieves our fears.

I sat and wondered before I cried,
How one so broken could mystify.
That at his passing became a wise guy,
And how the least of these save you and I.


Take the bitter with the sweet.
Tell the truth, forget deceit.
Love is found in our tears.
The salve that relieves our fears.