A little tear
Falls down my face
When I see
Great suffering
Amidst our human race.
A little tear
Runs down
my cheek
As I kneel and pray
For the hungry and weak.
A little tear
Escapes from my eye
As I mourn for
The lonely who
Are scared to
die.
A little tear
Begins to tell
Of the grief and pain
We know so well.
A little tear
Calls to Heaven above
And is answered by
Our
Lord of Love.
The Day will come
Where we won't cry
For our Lord will
Wipe our tears dry.
Copyright: Julie Pisacane
Revelation
21:4
And God shall wipe away all tears
from their eyes;
and there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying,
neither shall
there be any more pain:
for the former things are passed away.