TEARS OF SORROW.

I thought I saw my Saviour in a dream one night,
His eyes were full of sorrow, with tear stained cheeks,
They were still deep and seeking, full of pure light,
It looked as if he’d been crying for many weeks.
I wondered if I could ask, why he seemed so sad?
What caused the pain in his eyes, the tear stained face?
My life was so happy, most of the time my heart glad,
But there was my Saviour, so full of perfect grace
Full of sorrow and sadness, full of strife and pain,
I heard a voice, though His lips did not move at all,
“Go and find my lost ones, brings them home again,
I can hear them pleading, Can you not hear them call?
I awoke and over my bed, in a tarnished gilded frame
Is the picture of my Saviour, now tears were in my eyes,
I promised that I would find those who knew His name
But did not know where to look, where to find this great prize
Of having Christ’s own church, here on the earth today.
So I will spread the gospel as I go on my busy way.

M Ann Margetson © July 1, 2000