Tears are All I have
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Tears Are All I Have

 

Forever in the night I would cry my tears for you.  How I wish my sorrow could be taken away to a land filled with help for the suffering soul.  The anguish within my heart so deeply felt, like daggers stabbed Ten Commandments Deep.  The whippings of this life crush my lungs as I try to breathe in the faith of a mustard seed.  There are no more mountains there are no more valleys.  There is only despair, anguish, and ever-unending ridicule.

    I want to lie down and put my body under a rock.  Hide myself in a cave so deep, they would never find me.  Run to the hills screeming like a madman and diving off a waterfall into the internal depths of insanity.  No life has ever been so cruel, as to strike a man with pain, destitution, and lack of good fortune.  I would wear sack clock and throw ashes on my hair to plead my case before the Lord.  I would sacrifice a spotless fat lamb on a gold altar for relief from the sins of misery I must endure.

    0’ Gabriel- Angel of the most high! Get your finger into the water of life and sprinkle some drops on my testament of a soul.  Have I not held onto the faith?  Do I not beg to be forgiven?  Have I not shown mercy to less fortunate?  How long will Satan be allowed to play this evil game?  His powers are so lasting, freely interwoven throughout this planet.  When the mire has become dry, I will no longer cry.  I will sit by the well and wait for Jesus to come by and ask for some water.  I should stand and lower the bucket down and bring it up to his lips.

     IT- is only through God’s mercy that I shall ever feel comfort, calm, and safe once again.  Though my body be racked with bullets, landmines, and knives that cut, I will hold on to the hand of Jesus and remember the thorns stuck to his head, the spikes driven through his wrists, the sword jabbed into his side.  My how he endured, and still came through in the end. That is true endurance.  A man will cry when he needs too.  I have done no harm by shedding my tears, for I know Jesus wept.

 

Thomas A. SUTOR

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Lompoc CA 93438

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