The Gift Of Tears - Poem by Michael Walker
There is a desire You cannot despise,
That knows that love is fire, and lust is rust,
And gives birth to the heart's thoughts through the eyes
To quench my soul, knowing I turn to dust.
May tears of damnation be strange to me;
I do not want to cry the tears of death,
For when Your Mercy I at last should see,
I realize You gave me Your own breath.
So may my tears be mingled with Your blood!
May tears of true contrition be my milk!
For I deserved to die in the Great Flood,
And yet You let me sleep in sheets of silk!
The love You feel for me is like a fire
That burns for nothing more than my desire.
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