Lord Your tears are cool on my cheek,
Causing mine to fall, I’m not able to speak.
Grief in my chest wanting release,
Pushing outword searching, needing Your peace.
Sweet Jesus my weeping Father…
Mercy and grace and power and love,
Love…what is it?
I know little of it.
My Father weeps…
I press into You like never before,
Refusing to give up, wanting more,
Your sun shone down on me,
The enemy flee’s in painful escape.
A smile forms apon your lips….
And tears continue to stream…
Wetting my soul…
Softening the hardened and cracked clay.
Lay Your soft hands apon me,
And make me…
A new creation.