Tears falling
into pain
onto one too little,
too young to take my anger
falling, on her, onto me.
From the well of my existence;
sorrow so deep I can't find the bottom.
Ripped from my marrow
my flesh, my soul.
How does one ever look up
or forward or at tomorrow?
Full of sorrow; turning from, turning towards.
Tears falling again and again - w
weeping like the weeping willow.
Yet one has washed away my tears,
"I wipe your tears little one,
I've heard your pain -
My heart has felt the hurt
and I bring you peace,
sweet, lay-you-by-still-waters peace.
It has ripped my soul also.
Remember, 'the east from the west',
'whiter than snow.'"
I rest in the One who holds my tears,
who gives me grace; in so many ways
He gives me grace.
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