Hope for the hurting
Found in my tears – they offer no consolation
Wiping tears, crying tears, flooding and staining my shirt
They keep coming knowing no end
Though weeping may last
You offer grace and a heart that is never closed to us
You wipe and keep our tears to everlasting
We offer listening ears and two shoulders
You bore on your shoulders the weight of our sin
You took up your cross and showed us compassion
Let us look at others with the same compassion
And show them You.
Original Free style poetry – KCampbell, 6.14.12