Tears

We cannot stop these bitter tears.

Nor the grief that is ours

For so much lost.

But we can count blessings found.

And here where sorrow is well observed

We’ll plant on fertile ground.

Tree of Hope, forgiveness for our sins.

Tree of Love, a gentle touch to ease these pains.

And I am like an orphan on the street.

And I just a song upon the wind.

And you have walked through fire to come so far.

And seen the pain of loss and scars this brings

I cannot promise much, life stole my youth.

But have the joy, the care, the love of touch,

This ambrosia of friendship and prayers to give.

And I would walk the land so wild and free

Come walk sweet child sweet heart sweet love with me.