Deny not these tears,
My sweet one.
Deny not the ache in your heart
That whispers a fragile song
With a broken melody.
For with each tear,
Gently bottled by the Father,
You reveal your humanity
And the love woven
Strand by strand into your soul.
And every tired longing
Whispers that this place
Is not our final home,
Nor anything on this earth
Our full satisfaction.
Sit with the silence
And the lament.
Recognize the brokenness
Of a sin-cursed world,
Of anxious thoughts,
Of tainted desires.
Feel no shame
When the weeping comes upon you.
Hurry not to hide it away
Under plastic smiles
And false perfection.
The heart does break.
The soul does long.
The wounds aren’t always healed.
The grief isn’t always gone.
And the sin is sometimes too real.
We are but dust.
And he knows it.
And he loves us all the more.
He carries us on wings of grace.
He shelters us in the cleft of the rock.
He provides us with strength.
He gives us the truth of a solid foundation.
You are not alone
With your tears,
My love.
And one by one,
They will bind you
To the Father’s heart.
He broke apart
His own heart
On a cruel cross—
So we would be
Saved from eternal despair,
Grief, and longing.
Deny not these tears,
But empty them
At the feet of the one
Who will one day
Wipe them away
For all eternity.
This life is but a vapor.
Heaven is our true home.
His grace is enough.
The Vintage Girl 