Wednesday, April 24, 2013
TearS
Tears flow down my face~ tears of pain or tears of joy
Tears of a grown man or are they the tears of a little boy?
They burn my cheeks, but do the tears of my heart burn?
Years may pass, but still for it my heart continues to yearn
Dreams never die, they just turn into ashes and rise
Tears become Truth when tears used to be lies
Hurt becomes strength~ strength spawns survival
Where weakness meets Strength comes my soul's revival
Tears don't mean you're weak tears mean you're not scared to feel
Tears move things forward where regret makes time stand still
My heart's cup overflows where it used to weep like a willow
Tears dance down my cheeks where they used to fill my pillow
Down on my knees I accepted Jesus but that's been 20 years
It's been a long, hard journey~ my birth that began with TEARS
John Mark Brooks
Copyright April 24, 2013
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