We’re shy to show the things we feel
We turn our heads and run
We feel too proud that we should kneel
Before God’s Holy Son
But God can see, the broken heart
Contrition of man’s soul
He sees the truth and sets apart
For Christ to make us whole
Not seldom will the mighty weep
Frequently strong men cry
For but a time God’s children sleep
But none of them will die
No tear can show a man is weak
But show, that he may care
They’ll often fall when God we seek
When of His love we’ll share
The times we sing, the times we pray
When hurt, and when we groan
When from The Lord we lose our way
When feeling all alone
To God they’re oft the sweetest wine
That makes His heart content
He sees them as an outward sign
When humble hearts repent
Tears! God values more than gold
Than pearls, or regent’s crown
They melt His heart when they unfold
When pride comes tumbling down
Treasure unique, in Heaven stored
At Jesus’ perfect feet
Aroma worthy of The Lord
A fragrance rich and sweet…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem