Crystal Tears

Crystal from the clouds
Mirrors of a truth mostly ignored
The mud left from the snow
So willingly smeared on our faces, arms, and legs
Sometimes forming pictures of the past
We bare them like trophies
Longing for some sympathy
Bathing in the glory of the filth
Blinded by the murky water
Blinded to the possibility of cleanliness
The clear rain falls, as Your tears cover us
One clings to my hand, smudges and erases the stain
Hope of a coming glory pour into the heart as Your tears of joy fall
Realization of imminent perfection
Made clean by Your tears

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