There are tear stains on the altar,
That I left there long ago,
Before I met my Jesus,
And before He saved my soul.

My life was full of heartaches,
Both with misery and shame,
I gave it all to Jesus,
When I called upon His name.

I never thought I’d feel such peace,
And such sweet joy inside,
I never thought I’d find relief,
From the tears that I had cried.

Those tear stains on the altar,
Are my healing from the past,
Because now I have my Jesus
And have victory at last.....

Yes those tear stains on the altar
From the tears that I have cried,
Are now just a memory,
Of the heartaches and the lies,

Yes, now are just a memory,
Of the heartaches and the lies.

Ann Hart©
May 19th 2005
NFLD, Canada
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