The Lord Still Weeps For Us
The Lord gave me a vision I was walking on the beach
So lost in his presence I felt heaven I could reach
Then he came down and joined me and we just took a walk
Being in his presence I tried but couldn't talk
I couldn't help but wonder why he would come to me
But after he began to speak I could clearly see
He started pouring out his heart and I listened as he spoke
Of the pain he always feels when he's made into a joke
It broke my heart to hear him say the things he said
Many people think they'll live with him when they end up dead
We walked a while in silence then I began to cry
He allowed me to feel his pain and suddenly I knew why
He chose me to talk to he knew I'd understand
The way he was feeling then he took me by the hand
I stopped and turned to look at him but when he looked at me
The Holy Ghost descended and his glory I could see
He said I want to thank you for your sensitivity
To the Father and the Spirit to take time to talk to me
You know there will be countless souls who'll want to talk to me
When the day of judgement comes but they will surely be
Heartbroken when I look at them with tears in my eyes
And tell them I don't know them then they'll begin to cry
They thought because they went to church twice a year at best
That would be enough for them to come into my rest
But they failed to ask me to forgive them of their sins
Therefore they're not invited here for they never let me in
Copyright © Joye Atkinson | Year Posted 2011
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