How could you ever fear
That I would Not treasure
Your cherished tears?
Was not My Gethsemane prayer
Enough to prove My Love so rare?
Did I not plead and groan and cry
To have this awful cup pass me by?
Yet 'Twas the Father's will I sought,
And through that Will,
Your soul was bought.
For it was for you~~~I paid the cost.
To save your soul ~~~ My life was lost.
I suffered brutality, hate, and thorns,
To save your soul~~~e'er you were born.
My Father heard My humble cry
"Forgive them, Lord, they know not why."
I rose again, so all would see,
How very much you mean to Me.
So I have saved your cherished tears,
You have cried through all these years,
And when you join Me I will dry
That final tear from your weary eye.
And walk with you on streets of Gold,
Just as the Book of Love foretold.
You Are Loved.