Tasting the Tears
My
Lord and My God…my eyes are sore and run down with tears.
Taste
of anger, sadness, bitterness…but still of salt!
The
Lord’s flock has been carried away captive…sorrow is my food both day and
night.
Taste of guilt, shame, repentance…but still of
salt!
Humble
me Lord I pray…I weep in secret for our pride.
Taste
of renewal, hope, love…and very salty!
Come…Lead
us in The Grand March…to The New Jerusalem.
No
more tears…no more sorrow…no more pain.
Matthew 5:13...Jeremiah 13…Psalm 42:3…Revelation 21:4
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