The Tears of Yours
Dear Lord, my eyes are swollen and bloodshot,
from crying over you ---
I pray all day, yet I still don't know
what I should do ---
The sky is vacant of Angels and the
sun is nowhere to be found ---
So, I pray that before I die, I will hear
Gaberiel's horn's sacred sound ---
All the gold and silver has lost
the beauty of it's gleam ---
The many stars in the heavens,
have diminished in their beam ---
So please dear Jesus, if I may ask
just one final favor? ---
That I might wash out the sins from my eyes,
with the tears of yours, my Savior.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2009
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