A Time For Crying

When I think of Your, sacrifice and pain
And how You died, for us to gain
Tears fall from my eyes, I cannot stop them
When You show me, those who are tired and burdened
Both near and far, no lack of wounded and stricken
My heart responds, it weeps deep within
Though I may seem strong, there are times that I am hurting
I find that place, where You gently hold my face
With each tear that falls, You wipe and softly call:
Be still my son, there is a time for crying
Those tears of Love, are Mine for drying

Copyright © 1998 Thomas R. Garrett