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A Little TearA little tear Falls down my face When I see Great suffering Amidst our human race. A little tear Runs down my cheek As I kneel and pray For the hungry and weak. A little tear Escapes from my eye As I mourn for The lonely who Are scared to die. A little tear Begins to tell Of the grief and pain We know so well. A little tear Calls to Heaven above And is answered by Our Lord of Love. The Day will come Where we won't cry For our Lord will Wipe our tears dry. Julie Pisacane © 2007 Revelation 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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