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Tears! Tears! Stop Your Flow!

Tears! Tears! Stop your flow!
Stop soaking up my homework page.
Please leave me alone and let me go.
Tears! Tears! Stop your rage.

I am not hurting, like at the loss of a lover,
But hurting at the loss of my dear brother.
Maybe it was 9 years ago.
But years won’t let this hurt go.

Tis’ a wound that cuts to the heart.
I think of you, and it wrenches me apart.
Twas’ like yesterday that I saw your smiling face,
Yet its been too long since the last embrace.

Day by day goes slowly by,
I forget about your life that you once lived.
But then I remember and I cry.
Tears! Tears! Why be so sensitive?

I have no time for crying any more.
No time for wounds that cut to the core.
My purpose in life is not yet complete.
Oh tears, so bitter sweet!

Tis’ a wound that can never be healed,
Till I join you at the feet of the King of kings.
Until then, I will learn to dance in the field.
I will learn to laugh during the rain life brings.

I will hold fast to the throne of grace,
When life’s waves come crashing against my face.
God, you promise to remain faithful and true.
I will choose to be joyful and hold on to you.
Tears! Tears! Please stop your flow!
You've watered the ground,
Now let the flowers sprout and grow.
Tears! Tears! Let grace abound.


  1. This is a beautiful way to express your grief, Hannah. I wish I could have known Micah.

  2. Hannah, thank you for sharing how God is using pain in your life to create beauty.

  3. Hannah, I love your tender heart towards God and the blessing your thoughts put to poetry are. This time of year is always hard for me and we have been going through old pictures recently which makes the tears flow even more. I am glad that God cares about every tear.
    You have kept count of my tossings;
    put my tears in your bottle.
    Are they not in your book?
    Psalm 56:8
    Those who sow in tears
    shall reap with shouts of joy!

    (Psalm 126:5 ESV)
    I love you


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