TEARS.

There are tears too deep for weeping,

Buried fast within the heart.

Not one of them unnoticed,

In his bottle set apart.

Is a jewel rare and precious

That, one day, will adorn

The brow now deeply furrowed

By those sorrows bravely borne.

For when the heart is broken

‘Tis ready for the King

To come and take possession,

And then your heart will sing

For He will mould and shape you

Until, one day you’ll see,

To him you are more precious

Than any jewel can be.

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