Sometimes…
It takes the hottest
tears
to melt the coldest
pain.
The salt that drips to trembling lips
is savored not in
vain.
It sometimes takes the taste of sorrow
and eyes blurred blind with
grief
to remind us that tomorrow
stows hope of sweet
relief.
Perhaps it's when our
weeping falls
like rain upon our face
that aching,
outstretched arms
are fit to feel His warm
embrace.
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