Do I cry? It seems tears rarely form in my eyes these days, yet do I cry? When all the stress and pain is gone, will you see tears falling from my eyes at all? Blessed am I, for there is nothing that can keep me down, nothing that can destroy my faith. I did cry, though you never saw my tears. Yet, when I heard the singing of the sick and wounded voices in Haiti, I cried. From the boy who could not stand on his own, to his mother who held him up so that he could dance and clap his hands. I cried when the people who were close to death sung their hearts out with joy, with power in their voice. I cried, but not with sadness or with grief, nor with tears filled with pity. I cried with joy, for glory, for their song was for Jesus. Yes, I cry, but you do not see my tears, for they are formed in my heart, and fall to my soul, an endless fuel for my ambition and my love for people.
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