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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † † † † †Tears (1)

Iím so distressed, can no one see?

Iím so in need of love

Is no one there who thinks of me

Is there no God above?

Can God, if real hear my prayer?

Will He perceive my need?

Would He consider words to share?

If I to Him would plead

In tears, I pray beside by bed

Both day and night I groan

How much Iíve wished that I were dead

Oh God Iím so alone

Even in crowds, Iíve often found

That no one sees my tears

Amidst the throng Is empty sound

And so itís been for years

All this and more, Iíve had to bear

Can no one lend a hand?

Does no one know does no one care?

Does no one understand?

At times, I think Iím all cried out

Yet deep inside Iíll feel

Lifeís tears return to make me doubt

That Jesus Christ is real

Can joy, be just a prayer away?

Can words, reach God above?

Can I obtain some peace today?

Can I receive Your love?

Please show me God if You are real

Please hear me as I cry

If God my sorrow now can feel

Then please donít pass me byÖ..

††††††††††† Tears (2)

Itís not for gain I come to You

Nor for this life, I fear

Alone the truth, have I in view

Thatís why Iím crying here

To You, Iím calling out today

My sadness is too much

Please hear these words to You I pray

Come give Your healing touch

Of course, more tears are bound to fall

If I donít find release

So hear this sinnerís humble call

Please grant my soul some peace

Soften this heart of stone great Lord

How far Iíve gone astray

Iíve erred so much, I canít afford

To turn from You today

The hurts that flood these eyes of mine

The fears, that rent my soul

Allow me drink redemptionís wine

Please come and make me whole

Dry up these tears that fall as dew

Send forth Your guiding Light

Caress this child so close to You

Till fear and doubt take flight

I pray my God Youíll set me free

To walk Your chosen path

Please touch these eyes that I may see

To flee the coming wrath

Please say, Iíve no more need to cry

Forgive my wayward past

Grant me The Gift that none can buy

To know You First & Last ..Ö

†††††††††† Tears (3)

How vivid still, I now recall

From whence before I came

The tears, which night and day would fall

Have gone with all my shame

You took the evil part of me

You took away the pain

You took them with You on the tree

And cleansed my every stain

You came as friend, to dry my tears

You showed me Heavenís Door

You broke my yoke, tore all my ties

That I should cry no more

Now for myself, I shed no tears

For others yet I weep

For love to take their doubts and fears

And wake them from their sleep

That through Your word, they would believe

Their eyes would see The Light

Theyíd see the one, who would deceive

And put him swift to flight

Forsaking all in life thatís wrong

From death, Youíll have them part

Youíll change their groans, for joyful song

Theyíll sing with truthful heart

From valleys deep, Youíll have them climb

Theyíll scale Your holy hill

For this; I cry that in Your time

Their cups with grace Youíll fill

Oh yes my God, for these I cry

Yet know no tearís in vain

In faith Iíll serve until I die

Or till You come again..Ö

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Submitted: Monday, November 26, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, November 26, 2012

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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