One little tearlet
Is much too small
- to shed for You
I am cast with shame
As I place it -
A Gift - At Your Feet!
O Lord,
let my arid desert heart
be bathed - in gushing
Torrents
Of tears welling
From a heart so throbbing
In love for You!
Let my tears that you lovingly wipe,
Be that - of a child -
Lost and in search for
The mother;
Then finding her - always there,
Cries his heart with joy!
(By : Dr Vasantha Nair, Blossoming Love)
