Teardrops

The rain is falling

fast and loud.

It looks like teardrops 

hitting the ground.

I wonder what stories

these tears would tell.

What pain was carried

from where they fell. 

I wonder if they are stories 

of the hurting and lost.

I wonder if they are searching 

for the one hung on the cross.

Every tear that falls down like rain
has a face and name behind that pain.

I wonder if these tears 

that fall down like rain.

Could speak of healing from their pain.

I wonder if these tears 

that fall down like rain.

Could be the key 

that unlocks your shame.

Every teardrop has a story
of healing of grace; of His Mighty Glory.

If these teardrops

could carry our words.
Would they say keep on despite the hurt?
If these teardrops
could carry our heart.
Would they say you'll get through this difficult part?

The rain is falling
fast and loud.
It looks like teardrops coming down.
The rain brings life to nourish our home
Just like His love brings healing to your dry bones.