I will not cry today, my souls says unto me.
My heart does a joyful laugh, O bring her to me.

Tears fill my eyes after soul meets heart.
This is my doing, heart declares.

We must know the struggles that come unawares.
The ones that make us pant for a glorious God.
The very essence of our pain our soul casts abroad.

We cannot sip at struggles, no.
No more.
To reason with painful cries
and laughing, to adore.

© All Rights Reserved