When we cry to God
We say more than
Our words could say
And He understands
Every tear that
Silently
Glides
Down our faces
Collects them in His Hands
And pours them into
The river of joy
That carries us from
Where we are
To where we will be
From hurting to healing
From death to life
Exquisite!
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SO beautiful and SO true! Thank you so much for this lovely poem. ❤
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So glad that it blessed you, dear Sarah!
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