Holy Tears

 

Born of joy, conceived in love, the holy tears stream down His face.

Abandoned son, of tortured man, a broken heart cries tears of pain.

Of sins wept clean, of shame washed dry, the tears they work, unfathomable grace.

The tears they fall, they wash the feet, they speak to men, these Holy Tears:

First  Martyr’s death, is it in vain, or are you touched, by God’s own pain?

The tears of blood, yet made in love, are these your tears, in measured years?

In anguished pain, He stretches arms; He reaches out, high on His Holy Pole with two thieves. 

Do you see, His healing balm, will you look upon this forgiven serpent’s sting, lifted up, for all to see?

Look closer still, into His eyes, drink in those tears of glorious love, and see, blind man, see.

Amen.  

Taste and see that the Lord is good….

Ps. 34 v. 8