III. At His Feet
These bright tears that brim in my tear flask,
Dripped out of regret for the past.
But the crying towel unravelled, granting me peace at last.
The balm of forgiveness has loosened that knot,
And yesterday’s tears, today are forgot.
These salt tears that stain my tear flask,
Spring from fear of future pain …
But from idle grief and worry, what have I to gain?
Fearful tears without a name:
Tomorrow’s keening no longer rains.
This last tear, like a gem in my tear flask,
I pour out at the Master’s feet;
Now once downcast eyes wax bright with every day I greet.
Tears of joy well up, for today my cup
Is brimming with gratitude sweet.
IV. The Man Who Never Lied
A gentle young man of Galilee,
Once called to some fishermen by the sea,
“Follow me now and when ye are fishers of men,
“I will not leave nor ever forsake thee.”