Monday

TEARS THAT RUN

God, we're waiting patiently
For thy will to be done,
To see your hand in everything
Despite the tears that run.
Our hearts are badly broken
From the news that we have heard
And we're longing for a miracle
That she is being cured.
What a grievous devastation
For a mother to go through.
Just the hearing of the news
Would break her heart in two.
And if forced to then endure
The reality of death
When a daughter loved so dearly
Takes her final breath,
Only You could bring the comfort
Only You could bring the strength
Only You could give forbearance
To live life's remaining length.
Be the power that is needed
As they trust in you alone,
That your glory be revealed
As you reign upon your throne.

Copyright Mary Jane Gonzales
10-14