Tears of pain don't clean your feet, they only make more mud. Tears of Joy, tickle your toes, and wash off highway crud. AMEN
By Arley Steinhour 052311
Tears of Pain, once fell like rain,
There seemed naught else to do,
So many tears, I felt I'd go insane,
I then 'stumbled' over You.
I lay there, pain-filled, crying,
I knew naught else to do,
You touched and quelled my sighing,
I knew that it was you.
Lifted up, I tried to see,
Your face and beauty know,
So many tears, flowing from me,
Not right for tears to show.
You touched my brow so tenderly,
But tears continued, didn't quell,
My tears turned into tears of Joy,
The difference even I could tell.
Through tears of Joy, clarity,
Focus on you complete,
Gave you my heart, all I be,
Only Joy-filled tears can wash your feet.