God's Tears
The Earth is moist as the rain is warm
God's tears pressing against my cheek.
I prayed today as I did yesterday
and still am I feeling feebly weak.
I thought he had lost hope of me
As though I may have had lost hope in him
I thought I may have prayed so wrongly
that I may have prayed for sin.
I tasted his tears as though it were holy wine
that fell from that gray-awkward sky,
dreaming in solitude hoping of
giving me his piece of strength
to steer my life with sincerity and love.
Copyright © Brittany Martin | Year Posted 2010
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