I have basked in the light of God's goodness.
I have trod the high hills of sweet peace.
I have laughed in the sunshine of awakening grace.
And, I have captured the joy of the Lord.
But now, well beyond my childhood,
I've discovered the plane of His tears.
It's the place where He cries for those like me.
It's the garden of His grief.
And, I find I'm drawn to this crying place
To embrace the long watch of love.
Lord, may I enter this garden with you
And add my tears to yours?
P. Davis
