I Began Weeping August 27, 1968

I wept my way to salvation Having faith, but few words to say. I envisioned Heaven in great jubilation O'er one lost lamb which had been astray. from Christ, restoration from cancer And sudden relief from a tormented soul. As last resort, I trusted Christ for my answer He changed my life to chaste and whole. This transformation I didn't understand Nor fathomed I then, what to expect. But in accepting Jesus' outstretched hand I, henceforth, became one of His elect. Consequently, since, a weeper I've been In an instant my hopeless heart changed. From an existing heart hardened by sin I found alternatively, a heart rearranged. Lord if allowed to speak like others do Without weeping and feeling shame. I'd tell any who listen what I owe you And how my life has never been the same. I'm reminded this very moment, that Jesus cares, and that i needn't be concerned o'er what others see. That pride causes feelings of shame, over my tears, and tears are a language that God understands, reserved for me.
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