Bring me your tears. On my shoulder, you can cry.
I can feel your heartache. I can see it in your eyes.
Talk to me child. Let me hear your words of thought.
“But you already know Father. You know my needs and wants.”
Yes, child. I really do. I know all about you.
My troubles forgotten as well as my fears,
Because I realized He was always here.
Each time the rains came, each time the storms drowned me,
He is always there to help me live and breathe.
Alone at night, my heartbeat a rapid pace,
Only a whisper and my emptiness erased.
Move that mountain. Just be still.
Get out of this world the ills you cannot heal
This is not your battle now close your eyes.
Sleep well, my child. Time to say goodnight.
© Cynthia Clark