Tears

by c.f. leach

A cry to the sky

As water pours from my eyes

When my heart if so full of pain

I hide my tears in the rain

Gray skies moving overhead

While I lay prisoner in my bed

To a night of restless thoughts

All this toil and nothing wrought

The Son bursts through the clouds

Disintegrating this invisible shroud

That weighed so heavily on my life

Things are beginning to look right

As He brightly summons the day

Driving the hopelessness and tears away

in the anticipation and faith

Now understanding the wait

For the miraculous to start

With a newly created heart

New strength—new life to begin

It was never a loss—but was always a win.

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