The Language Of My Tears Poem by Rachana McPherson

Your tears are a language which only God understands,
And it’s a language which speaks truthful words from the heart.
The days when this ‘language’ is spoken off the walls of my face,
Are the days when I fell helpless and my lack of faith is seemingly great.

My surroundings are of little help to my discontentment which sparks grief,
And my well of tears overflows when I beseech help from God.
This overflow brings no harm,
But instead carries with it relief of all the burden and sorrows which grew throughout the day.

The language of my tears is just a portion of the many things that keeps me close to my Saviour,
It is my inner expressions brought forward to him
As I know that, after hearing all that I have to say, he’ll give unto me a peace of mind, a world of comfort and the assurance that I can always count on him.