Evolution of Tears
Pain metamorphs to pleasure
But do not dis-associate the
One with the other-for together
Both produce a measure of
Endless grace and testimony of
How Faithfulness runs after me.
Raindrops change from sleet
To snow as it comes down from
The sky, so I descend with the
Thought in mind, my friend, that
I will rise like mist from the sea
Because Grace is carrying me.
Bear me up on angel wings,
So my feet don't touch the ground-
All around, I claim every
Promise You said in Your name
Because that is what I bank on...
I lean and depend on every word
You said out of Your mouth,
Because Your words sustain me.
My tears are tiny triumphs
As I surrender my will to You.
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