The Heaven mourns her lovers' pain
And drowns their tears in violent rain.
The tears of Heaven wash away
The troubles of the lovers' day,
As they remind them of their quest,
And every road, and every test
That their Beloved put them through.
The oldest troubles and the new,
Are tests that lead them by the hand,
And help them all to understand
The One they love and all Its ways,
As one storm goes and one storm stays
To wipe some tears and cause some more.
Such is the Lord that we adore.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.