Mourning Glory
My room so cold and lonely
teardrops fill my eyes.
Rain outside is heavy
from dark and stormy skies.
I sit alone and ponder
on days that used to be,
but the only ones I have now
are filled with misery.
I try to accept what's happened
make plans for coming years,
but each passing moment
only brings more tears.
I sit here by my window
with the rain still slowly falling,
as I close my eyes
I realize someone's calling.
I wipe the tears from my face
and bow my head to pray,
I finally turn to the Son,
who dries my tears away.
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