by: carole l. haines
So I just let the tears run down, slowly, softly, knowing their cleansing power.
Tears don’t tell the truth,
but sometimes they can point to lies we believe.
And when we cry, the Lord,
somehow pushes these lies out like a cleansing flood.
And soon the waters run clear, all murkiness is gone
and we are left, still quivering, but somehow peaceful, somehow fuller
God washes out the lies our enemy whispers in our minds
and replaces these lies with His love
Lies and Truth cannot occupy the same space
They are oil and water, fire and ice
So come, Sweet tears, and well up in my eyes
You are Living water sent from God
I welcome you, Sweet tears, wash out these wounds
both real and imagined
And like a mighty rushing winds,
Holy Spirit, come swiftly in
and dry the skin upon my face,
And anoint me in Your Ancient truths.
of hearts broken, yet being mended
lives shattered. But made whole again.
Of Grace that never ends,
and Lovingkindness, new each morning
Yes, Holy Spirit, like a Mighty rushing wind
whisper Your Sweet promises to me again
I never tire of hearing them, believing them, trusting them
So until that day when tears shall cease,
and lions lay down with lambs
I thank you for these sweet, cleansing tears
used by You as reminders that these, too, shall cease.
You have taken account of my wanderings; Put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book? (Psalm 56:8 NASB)