Showing posts with label tears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tears. Show all posts

Thursday, April 1, 2021

Those Tears We Pray...


No eloquent words shape this week's prayers,
only tears.
SO many hurts and needs of
sickness and sorrow, broken relationships
in this old world
but God, so much More You!

Oh, God, 
Hear our tears.
Be with those who have lost loved ones.
Be with those who stand by (outside hospital doors!!!)
while their suffering loved ones are admitted!
Oh, God, minister to the suffering
in ways known only to You!

Turning to this old Hymn today...




Those tears we pray,
They wing their way
From sorrow’s clay to God
When words won’t shape
The want and ache
That rends the speechless clod
He hears the heart
The sting and smart
Of sorrow’s sob and plea
And bears us up
…cradles the cup
That mirrors Calvary

© Janet Martin

Psalm 53:8
You number my wanderings; 
Put my tears into Your bottle;
 Are they not in Your book?


Psalm 39:12
Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; 
do not be deaf to my weeping. 
For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, 
a stranger like all my fathers.

Monday, March 19, 2018

Tear-worthy


 My sister Marlene and I were talking about how hard it is to read Easter-themed pieces without tears!
(and that makes it hard to volunteer to read at an Easter Service:)
But, we concluded, they are worthy tears...
Jesus shed tears for us.
Oh, pray we shed tears for Him!

(a few more favorite Easter Songs)


Tears...
Stirred by the wounds You wore, my Lord and bore on my behalf
Because I was part of the crowd; Loud, proud, I jeered-leered-laughed

While You in gruesome horror hung in grueling agony
‘Til the last breath of life was wrung from You, my Lord, for me

You groaned beneath the thorny crown pressed hard upon Your head
Where death’s deliverance poured down until the ground was red

…and though I’ve wept, “Lord, I belief, now help my unbelief”
And though I love you, oh my Lord, of sinners I am chief

…for oft-times I’m still such a jerk and blind, as blind can be
More dedicated to my work and play, my Lord, than Thee

And then I weep, Jesus, I weep ; You knew the full extent
Of promises I would not keep, still, to the cross You went

And staggered up the skull-strewn slope beneath the awful weight
Not of the wooden cross-hewn Hope, but of ignorant hate

“Forgive them for they do not know” oh Lord, my Lord, You cried
As we slammed nails into your hands and spears into your side

And though wrongly accused, My Lord you answered not a word
But naked, torn and bruised You bore the sins of the whole world

...stirred by the scars You wear my Lord, because of Calvary
Where now Heaven is my reward through what You did for me

...so then I weep; without You I’m unworthy to the core
..But, because of You someday I will live forevermore

© Janet Martin

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Tears and Hugs



Been showered with 'tears and hugs' through messages both for us and for Dave, Karen and family...thank-you!
(every 'like' heart and sad face on FB like a cyber-hug)


When words are bent and broken
Soft-tumbled into prayer
Then tears and hugs are all we have
To show how much we care

Lord, thank-you for words broken
For humble, stumbled prayer
And thank-you for love’s tears and hugs
To show how much we care

© Janet Martin

Monday, August 8, 2016

Prayer-drops



 


Sometimes our prayers
Are shaped in tears
And do not make
A sound at all
But still, ah still,
Our Lord God hears
And catches each prayer
As they fall

© Janet Martin

My cousin Robb lost his wife suddenly, tragically.
Sometimes all we can say are tears!

Please pray for Robb and his family!

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

To Where We Never Part





Inspired by the post and comments of Momentary Tears

'God bless and keep',
For though we weep,
We do not weep in vain.
This parting kiss
The catalyst
To where we meet again

We cannot pry
The ‘what’ or ‘why’
From Mercy’s nail-scarred Hands
This weeping dust
Must meekly trust
In He who understands

…and then one day
He’ll wipe away
These tears that rend the heart
Death’s bitter dread
A stair we tread
To where we never part

© Janet Martin