Through These Tears!

Through these tears

By Samuel Crawford

21 May 2008

 

Through the pouring tears I press on,

Wondering if my time will ever come,

I have been waiting for so long,

But through these tears I must press on,

 

My tears flow from the pains of life,

Life is full of heartaches and strife,

I often wonder what I have done,

But through these tears I must press on,

 

My heart cries for the hurts inside,

It is always the last thing to be found,

Yet it is the first thing torn down,

But through these tears I must press on,

 

Something is missing, something is gone,

My joy has been replaced by sorrow and despair,

It is all because something is not there,

But through these tears I must press on,

 

My heart used to sing happy songs,

Now my heart hears words to sad poems,

Why all the crying, why all the pain,

But through these tears I must press on,

 

So many tears my eyes have poured,

Each a reminder of the pain I have endured,

Many tears have obscured my vision,

But through these tears I must press on,

 

Because my tears just pour and pour,

I find that I’m at a place I can’t take anymore,

Something must happen, something must change,

So through these tears I must press on,

 

These tears I cry do not go unnoticed,

Someone is there gathering them into a bottle,

While Jesus is writing them into His book,

So through these tears I must press on,

 

 

 

 

Jesus is my strength and He holds me tight,

We talk before He tucks me in for the night,

He tells me to rest and be, He is looking out for me

So through these tears I must press on,

 

Jesus is always listening for His that cry,

He has a special place in His heart for you and I,

He shows up to bring comfort to my weary eyes,

So that THROUGH THESE TEARS I CAN PRESS ON!!!

 

 

This poem is written, yet may get changed.  I wrote this tonight through some jumbled thoughts and tears.  I wonder if anyone will even read this, would they understand it if they did.  Through these tears is the name of the poem, because it seems there is not many days they don’t come.  It is not always good and it is not always bad, but that doesn’t change the fact they still come.  This is my heart shown to you, if you are reading this I thank you.  You took time for me that you didn’t have to.  There is something I am missing that is the cause of this poem; it could be the end of what just began.  But if it is from God this is only the rough start and the best is yet to come!  Anyways, this poem I will edit it when I can, just to make sure it makes good sense, since it is so late in the morning.  So to all of you who feel this poem, and have been crying in the midst of your storms….I pray that God gives you the strength; because through YOUR tears you have to PRESS ON!!!

 

Blessings, Samuel…The Worshiper with a Word