Phyllis Strong


Are Tears Considered Prayers


Are tears considered prayers
When I don’t know what to say.
My words won’t come together;
That makes it hard to pray.

Are tears considered prayers
In the midst of my pain,
I try to see the bright side of things;
But all I see is rain.

Are tears considered prayers
When the words don’t seem to come.
I try to find the words to say,
But my mouth will not produce none.

Are tears considered prayers
When I know that you’re all knowing;
The trials that we go through,
Does it really mean we’re growing?

Are tears considered prayers
When I don’t know what to do;
The words won’t come, there are none.
I’m crying out to you.

Are tears considered prayers
When I don’t know what to do,
Should I stop? Should I go forward…?
I need to hear from you.

Are tears considered prayers
When I’ve cried all night long;
My pillow is soaked, my eyes are red,
The Kleenex is all gone.

Your word says “weeping may endure
For a night, but joy comes in the morning”

So, you’ve seen my tears,
You’ve felt my pain,
Although my words aren’t coming.

Copyright © 2009 by-Phyllis Strong

Submitted: Monday, December 06, 2010
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