I sit and watch the tears
slide slowly down her cheek,
Tears I have cried so many times,
I see them,
I feel them
as if they were mine,
For they are mine.
A mothers tears,
a mothers burden,
A heavy one,
pressing down hard,
Prayers expressed on bended knee,
Burdens pressing down,
They sap the strength,
They rip the very fabric of the soul,
Prayers expressed through tears that fall,
A mothers tears.
I see your tears,
They are mine.
Lets shed them together.
Lord hear our prayers,
Lord behold our tears,
Lord carry our burdens,
Lord grant us strength,
Lord heal our wounded souls,
Not for us Oh Lord,
But for our children we pray,
You who remember
the tears of a mother,
as she looked upon You,
Torn and bleeding,
Beautiful precious son,
Murdered on a bloody tree.
You spoke to the disciple,
Son behold your mother.
You see us,
You love us,
You hear us,
Our tears carefully collected,
In Your bottle.
We lay our children down,
at Your feet,
Because we believe,
Lord we believe.
Artwork by astarvinartist entitled A Mother's Tears
Poem by Donna Griego