Tuesday's Tears
I pause to remember 9/11 of this year; tragic, heartbreaking, the multitudes so dear.
Horrified, I probed the deepest hollows of my soul;
"Oh God," I cried out; unaware of the grevious toll.
I wept, I prayed, as never before;
I ached to reach out, to touch and much more.
I love each one gone, each one left behind; beseeching the heavens, priorities redesigned.
"Precious child, I too, weep today.
Fall on your knees, my beloved, and pray.
My arms hold your loved ones, close to my breast.
America, cry out, I'll do the rest."
About the author:
Dorothy Perkins lives in a small country village in central Maine.
When you hurt, God hurts with you. When no one listens to you, God listens to you. When you wipe away tears of loneliness or frustation or anguish, in heaven there's a pierced hand approaching a heavenly face wiping away a tear. Max Lucado-The Inspirational Study Bible
Author: Dorothy Perkins
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