The tears left their ducts,
where more would fall from
for His eyes see the sadness
of the days still yet to come.
They well within their rims,
till they begin to over flow
for His eyes see the sorrow
of what only He could know.
They trickle down His cheeks,
as they slowly start to run
for His eyes see the world
without the love of His Son.
They flood from their brims,
and puddle onto the floor
for His eyes see the day
this world will be no more.
Tears fall from up in heaven,
like a thunderous mighty rain
so many still live their lives . . .
in futileness and in vain.
God cries for the unsaved,
the lost, the unforgiven . . .
His tears reflect those who reject
what His Son has so freely given!
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Luke 19:41
King James Version
“And when He was come near,
He beheld the city, and wept over it.”
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Deborah Ann Belka
Deborah Ann
