His Tears
In a world where every other word spoken is destructive ….
If it makes my heart sick with sorrow,
How does it make God’s heart feel?
Does it break? … As He hears all the filth
And hatred spewed from the mouths
That were created to give Him praises.
His tears must flow like rivers
Over all the wounded souls
That this wickedness has touched.
We believers, are blessed to know
That forever He is with us,
Forever we are watched over
Even as we go through times of tribulation.
He never leaves us, He is there by our side.
Though God raises not His hand at this time
Against our attacker, Satan, in God’s time he will pay
For all the evil that he have spread threw our world.
And we, who are faithful, will dance and rejoice
In the victory we share with our King,
For then He will stand forth, calling an end
To this reign of terror.
It is for this time that I live and wait for
As I work toward keeping my eyes straight
On Thee, Oh Lord, I long to keep my eyes on Thee.
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