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Everlasting Tears
by louis gander With sadness in His furrowed face, with sorrow in His eyes, with stench of blood and streaming sweat with death heard in His cries - could we not tell, when grimaced He, in pain we couldn't hear, in anguish so, He couldn't hold that first initial tear? From One so pure and innocent, from One who suffered loss, was One who sacrificed for us on such a wicked cross, where one tear found an opening, accompanied by more - to open up the floodgates there, as never seen before. But were the tears that Jesus shed from just the pain He bore? Or were the tears that soaked His face from something even more? They were not tears of happiness, they were not tears of joy, they were not tears of anger or the tears that would destroy. His tears were mixed with sweat and blood that poured down from His face, then dripped upon His heaving chest and quickened to a place - a place where burdens rested, a place so torn apart, but place sincere and sacred too - His heavy laden heart. A mother knows the pain of love when children disobey. She'll cry for hours, days and weeks. There is no other way - no other way to share her tears than blend them in a prayer, and send them up to Jesus where, they mix with His tears there. So take a look at Jesus' tears and do they not comprise, of grace and everlasting love just like a mother's eyes? Produce a single tear, can I, acknowledging my years, that Jesus sacrificed for me, in everlasting tears? Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |